After the Death Eater meeting, the hour was late and Igor was too exhausted to apparate his return to Moscow, after going back and forth there eariler that same day. He agreed with Dolohov to spend the night in England and travel out again, early in the morning. The stress of being before the Dark Lord, witnessing the violence and bloodshed along with the Dark Lord's mention about weeding out those who were disloyal, mingled with the recent memory of the heavy discussion he had with Antonin before the Dark Mark burned. It proved too much weight for his mind to carry, so to relieve the stress he sadly resorted to engaging in an activity he hadn't done since the first War, years before.
Igor was found by Bastien, sitting on his bed, his eyes dilated and bloodshot from crying - the drug coursing through his system did not help him forget as he hoped, but only intensified his stress. Upon the mattress beside him, rested a small, silver phial filled with a white powder, and a tiny spoon. His head turned slowly to see Bastien standing in the doorway, but he was too hopped up on cocaine to respond normally. Instead, he said in a mournful voice, "Vse, chto ya rabotal umret."
i>[translation: All that I've worked for will die.]