Not long after, Nikita tortured the fat man named Guava and learned what she needed. A group from the Fenrir clan broke into the room and began to deal with the aftermath.
"Phew... it's fucking over." Nikita spoke in R-dialect while leaning against Nikolai, and they stood on the balcony together.
She took out a cigarette and lit it.
Though they wouldn't cause health risks, the use of cigarettes helped with mental duress and intense stress.
Nikita sucked on the sweet-scented stick while closing her eyes, both elbows on the glass barrier, looking down on the city with Nikolai.
"Haa... Nikolai, are you upset about what you saw tonight?"
A minty-scented smoke flowed into the air from her red lips as her ferocious expression gradually began to loosen.
The small werewolf flicked her gaze towards Nikolai, who stood quietly beside her. She tapped her stick against the metal fence before offering it to him. "Want a drag?"
