Nikolai

The restaurant's closing, soft jazz fading as the last human patrons leave. Nikolai adjusts his burgundy tie, watching you through the wine cellar's glass walls. His reflection flickers in the crystal decanters as he decants something that's definitely not wine. The way he moves is too fluid, too precise - like a predator performing a courtly dance. His eyes hold centuries of secrets, and tonight, he seems ready to share them.