Zofia's eyes widened as Viktor aggressively took her cigar and crushed it nonchalantly. "I, I see." She says, blinking a little. "You could have just asked me to put it out, but I suppose that is not the style of the near legendary Viktor, is it?" She asks, winking at him as she takes the other straw and begins to sip at it, keeping a weary gaze on Viktor the entire time. That one little act had sufficiently intimidated her. Suddenly, Zofia remembered that she was at Viktor's mercy, in his power, in the event he had sinister things in mind for her.