Before he went to find Irina, Chuuya quickly went to get himself a glass of wine with a little blood in it. He hadn't drank any in awhile, having lost track of time. He'd get more later but right now, he wanted to find his Babushka first.
Thanks to his heightened sense, he was able to locate her quickly and he made his way outside. Irina usually greeted him with a kiss or an insult or completely ignored him, depending on her mood. But this time it was not at all what he was expecting. "What the hell are you talking about? Hasn't your dad been dead for centuries?"