Kostya was sitting in one of the chairs in the living room when Agron had entered. He had yet to go looking for his slave. He wanted to know what had went on first. Leaving his second in charge meant that whatever happened was on Agron's shoulders.
"The first thing I could smell upon coming home was blood." He started calmly. Kostya wasn't one to loose his temper quickly. "I want a report of what happened while I was gone."