Vladmir was in his room, battling with his thoughts with a cigarette in his hands, which kept him busy, since he wasn't himself. Something wasn't right, he could feel it but yet, he couldn't point at anything yet.
He has gone through the words of the detective, and sat down to savor how everything went down, but yet still came to an inconclusive state, he's got nothing to back up his suspicion that Igor wasn't dead.
He knew his brother, there's no way that ordinary Diego Rusoo would take him down, but yet the detective's words still got to him, since there's nothing the young man stands to gain from lying to him.
