Nicholai is silent for a while, mindlessly chewing on his lower lip until it finally bursts with blood. He grunts then, sucking the copper liquid in, enjoying the taste and savoring it until he is required to speak.
"It is none of your concern, Alexander." And it wasn't. "You do not understand and you never will."
Silence stretches again before Nicholai starts moving again.
"Have chopper ready by tomorrow morning; I will be there."