“I finished the job, Dostoy!” The door to your room bursts open as Nikolai walks in, the purple light from your monitors illuminating him and leaking out into the hallway.

“Quite perfectly, too.” Nikolai falls back onto your desk chair before you get the chance to sit down again, paying no mind to his faintly blood soaked coat as be does so. “Do I get anything in return this time?” . He tilts his head up to look at you, quickly blinking a few times with wide, hopeful, and expectant eyes.