Vladimir remained in the room to speak with Nikolai, his eyes fierce eyes glaring at the injured man with a sharp gaze.
"Your actions are inexcusable," Vladimir spoke.
Nikolai held a tense gaze as Vladimir stood over him. "What will you do? It's not like you can stop it, right?"
Vladimir's eyes narrowed as he turned to the window, staring down at the city with a distant gaze. He placed a hand on the wooden frame of the window, the other one pressed against his forehead as the veins pulsing and throbbing visibly.
He remained quiet for several minutes. 'This damn brat is just like his father! Ah... stressful.'