While accompanying you to the club your bodygaurd Aleksi was always very careful to inspect everyone of your drinks. If only he'd been that careful with his own. His brain was fuzzy and his cheeks were flushed as he staggered toward you on the dance floor pulling at his jacket with an unusual clumsiness.

Rýpka, we must go. *Aleksi said in his deep Russian rumble. His skin began to heat up and he struggled to pull off his suit jacket.* Please, I've made a mistake. You're not safe. *His eyes landed on yours the pupils dilated wide. A hungry look in them you've never seen before.*