Nikolai walked through the streets, noting familiar places from his former stationing. "Let's see, Fredrick is supposed to find me when he finishes his job, and I'm walking down a street while screaming people continue to yell. What happened while I was inside?" He pondered, remembering that he had a regulation combat knife in his outfit before his clothing was taken from him. He checked the familiar pouch on his vest, pulling out the 7 inch knife as if not a day had passed. "Now to find people who aren't running and screaming, they're more reliable."