It was pretty amazing that he remembered where Leslieâ€™s place was since he hasnâ€™t been there in years. He had left home without much worry, though he knew he was on a bit of a time limit in case his great grandfather realized he was gone. Then again that was what phones were for just in case he did need to get a hold of him for whatever reason though he hoped he wouldnâ€™t actually come looking for him. The thought was pushed out of his mined when finally found Leslieâ€™s apartment and he admitted to himself that he was pretty damn proud of himself for arriving on time. Being late was not like him at all, but at first he was a bit worried he would have to call her and ask for a bit of direction if he got lost. Thank you photographic memory for always being helpful, Nikolai thought to himself as he walked up the steps to Leslieâ€™s apartment.<br/><br/>In all the years he has known Leslie he has come to realize quickly that she has some odd friends. He really wasnâ€™t all that surprised to find Dagger answering the door once he knocked softly. The first thing he noticed the moment the door was opened was the loud music playing. Leslie only played loud music when she was really upset, showing him just how stressful this was to her. With a friendly yet awkward smile he went to go sit on the couch since he had a little more patience than the other when it came to waiting, even if he didnâ€™t really like waiting either. Dagger was certainly an interesting one with a temper just as foul as his mouth most days. Sometimes he wondered whether he and Leslie were best friends or just allies that called on each other when they needed something.<br/><br/>But in all honesty he kind of liked the guy, and it came as no surprise that he had also been called in to help Leslie in her time of need despite being so foul, for the lack of better word. Nikolai wasnâ€™t sure why he was here though, even if he did owe her.<br/><br/>â€œOh,â€ he replied with a heavy sigh as the other went to knock on the door and basically told her to hurry the hell up. It was safe to assume she has been in there awhile since Dagger said that she would be out soon so he didnâ€™t ask about it. Sinking back against the couch his mind wandered a bit as he waited, thinking about what the trouble could be. While he was not often a deep thinker, some things stuck out and he tended to have a bit of an imagination thanks to his slight paranoia. Could she be in trouble with authorities? Was she behind on rent? Those things didnâ€™t sound like her at all so they were ruled out quickly. Just to name a few things on his mind.<br/><br/>And the funny thing was whenever he did think he always looked like he was thinking of something important. Kind of like if he forgot about it he would be screwed. Then again who could blame him; this was something important after all.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>When the girl was finally brought to him, Adrian smiled at her and stood from his seat. Crossing his arms he walked over to her and looked deep into her eyes, â€œI believe you owe me some money, Sophie, so would you kindle explain why I havenâ€™t received it?â€ He questioned her. It was an obvious question since not everyone walks around with fifty grand in their pocket and she had never struck him as rich anyway. When she first met him she seemed to have a lot, but she soon lost it all once the drugs took over her life. He watched as she began to deteriorate further and further for the past four years or so, but he never once tried to warn her because she had brought him a decent profit until her debt began to build up more and more to the point where she could not repay him with cash.<br/><br/>In his eyes she really was just another worthless druggie in the end.<br/><br/>â€œNow the question is what to do with you until you give me my money.â€ A few possibilities ran through his mind: he thought about his earlier thought of throwing her into prostitution or perhaps she could do some other work for him. She would be doing work for him for quite awhile either way and the more he thought about it the more appealing the thoughts became. With a devious smirk he placed his hands behind his back, â€œI thought of offering ransom but making you into a whore is just as appealing. That might be taking it a bit too far though, donâ€™t you think? Then again if neither of you have my money then Iâ€™ll have no choice.â€