Niko jumped and looked shocked. As if he just came back to reality. He looked at himself and then to the other guy. He was a bright red from head to toe. "Ah!" He said as he clearly just realized he was in not but a towel. "I...I forgot...I'm not used to living with others. I..." He stammered with shy innocence before he bolted off to the bedroom. He felt shy, awkward, uncertain and utterly confused by what that guy said. He still heard what the male said which turned him a darker shade of red. Wha? What was that guy talking about? Nobody noticed him like that. Except his creepy WAAAAAAAY older crazy stalkers but they didn't count. He quickly put on a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. His features still red. He was so embarressed! He couldn't believe that he made that mistake. He was way out of it. He grabbed his phone and headed into the kitchen. Staying red as he cooked the food. Leaving Salazar's omelet on the counter.<br/><br/>Suddenly his phone rang and he pulled it out. Answering the phone before looking as he was stuck trying to puzzle out what Salazar had said. His mistake soon became clear when a well known man of the Russian Mafia's voice came over the phone. The man did much work with the Japanese mafia's. He was also the only one Niko hadn't had the misfortune of having to talk to.<span style="font-style: italic">"Zdravstvuyte Niko Rahsaron. Vy ochen' trudno nayti malen'kogo mal'chika. Vam nuzhno vyyti iz ukrytiya teper' molodoy master Rahsaron." (Hello Niko Rahsaron. You are a very hard to locate little boy. You need to come out of hiding now young master Rahsaron.) Came Elscawatz voice. The man was a russian connection of Salazar's father and very well known amongst other mafias.</span><br/><br/>Niko paled then made a face. "U vas yest' ne tomu cheloveku. Menya zovut Niko Teylor. YA spetsializirovalsya na mnogikh yazykakh. Boyus', ya ne znayu, chto vy govorite. Vy oshiblis' nomerom. YA ne znayu etogo Niko Rahsaron vy govorite." (You have the wrong person. My name is Niko Taylor. I majored in many languages. I am afraid I do not know what you are talking about. You have the wrong number. I do not know of this Niko Rahsaron you speak of.)<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The mans voice laughed. "Vy zhe upryamaya, kak i tvoy otets. I umneye ikh oboikh molodykh Rahsaron mastera. Vam nuzhno vernut'sya k svoim roditelyam semey. Tam net variantov v etom. Vy nuzhny dlya vas vse oni ostavili." (You are as stubborn as your father. And more intelligent than them both young master Rahsaron. You need to come back to your parents families. There is no options in this. You are needed for you all are they have left.) His dark mocking laugh so well known to any second in commands of mafias.</span><br/><br/>Niko rolled his eyes and braced himself. His voice barely hiding the nervousness and fear. He would not go back. He would not take up their lines. He would not get himself into the dark side of life. He wanted his own life not their blood money run one. "Net, ya ne mister Rahsaron. Kak ya uzhe skazal, chto vy oshiblis' nomerom. Proshu proshcheniya za Indentity voprosy, no kak ya uzhe skazal ... YA ne to, kto vy ishchete. Udachi v poiskakh chego by eto ni g-n Rahsaron potomu, chto yesli on ne khochet byt' nayden, to on , skoreye vsego, ne budet. Kogda my zaversheniya dannogo vyzova vash telefon budet obzharennyye iz-za vzloma moyego sotovogo signala. Prosto dumal, chto dam vam golovy ser. Dobryy den' seychas." (No. I am not Mr. Rahsaron. As I said you have the wrong number. I apologize for the indentity issues but as I have already said...I am not who you are seeking. Good luck finding whoever this Mr. Rahsaron is because if he does not wish to be found then he most likely won't be. When we end this call your phone is going to be fried due to hacking my cellular signal. Just thought I'd give you a heads up sir. Good day now.)<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The other man got in a couple words before the line went dead and his phone fried. "My naydem dlya vas Niko . My prinesem vam domoy." (We will find you Niko. We will bring you home.)</span><br/><br/>Niko ended the call and as he said the man's cell phone fried beyond compare. Taking his eggs, cleaning up, and headed to his room. "BREAKFAST IS ON THE COUNTER!" He then went into his room and shut the door. It bounced open due to not being shut properly. He set the plate down and went into the computer. Hacking numerous things at once then set their locked on signal bouncer in some random direction far, far from where he was then unhacked out. He then began to work on the three dimensional image of the bike he was going to use to get money. He was very pale. Very shaky. He was afraid. He would not go to those people. He would live his own life. He shook his head and slowly got back to normal. Becoming absorbed in his work.