Nikolai was on his feet again before long - as drugged up as he had been, it was starting to get ridiculous when they were offering him assistance to go to the bathroom, and he was quite thankful to be able to manage on his own. Soon he'd be out of Ezra's hair and back into his villa. He'd made himself quite comfortable here but it'd be good to go home and have everything go back to normal. Despite not knowing much of anything about the tall, blond viking in his head and being unable to communicate with him just yet, if Jaime was anything like his Russian counterpart, he'd be growing restless too.
He stood on the balcony with a thin cardigan on, enjoying the panorama laid out before him with a cigarette - a cure for the itch that had burned and eaten away at him - dangling from the corner of his lips.
It'd be nice to move to somewhere with a view. Especially a view like this. But he wouldn't appreciate it if he got to see it everyday. And living on the ground floor had its perks, too.
A sound coming from behind him caught his attention, and he looked over his shoulder.
"Oi you," he said, the cigarette forcing him to do a lopsided grin.
"How much more writing you have done since I come here and fuck up your fuck schedule?"