Nikolai struggled to move after hours of drinking with his father and grandfather. Not long after training together, the trio ended up upstairs, where the expensive leather sofas could unfold into beds. He spent the night listening to their complaints about the situation... Though it wasn't hopeless, he kind of understood their worries.
"Don't sacrifice myself... huh?"
He leaned back against the warm leather, his hair a mess as the morning sunlight peeked over the horizon.
"Haa..."
His mouth tasted horrible.
The combination of beer, blood whiskey and whatever Viktor eventually found inside the cabinet left Nikolai feeling as though something had died inside his throat during the night.
'Damn those two...'
Ivan remained asleep several metres away, one enormous arm hanging from the edge of the sofa while Viktor had somehow stolen three cushions and wrapped himself beneath an expensive blanket like an oversized child.
