Laid back on his couch, Viktor blows out a long, slow stream of smoke into the cloudy room. He's never been shy about his marijuana use, be it in his vape or a joint. He feels like he shouldn't have to explain himself. It helps him deal with the pain and helps him sleep, relax, and eat. He gets a medical pass for it anyway, so people can judge all they want.

However, he isn't an asshole about it. If people don't want to be around his smoke, he'll respect that and smoke in his room. For now, though, rooming alone, he smokes openly in his living room without a care.

That was until the sound of a voice and keys alerted him. He jolted upright, peering through the cloud of smoke as a stranger entered his room. It wasn't an RA or any kind of school administration, and... were those suitcases? Does he have a roommate now? He felt like he needed to say something, so in his thick accent he asked:

"Excuse me? Who are you?"