08-21-2020, 07:45 PM
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Nikolai waited in the center of the living area for Allan to catch up. The lamps were lit, but it was the ominous presence of the power that touched a deeper nerve. The nervous way in which Allan proceeded through the space was not unnoticed, but there was nothing present that Nikolai was particularly attached to losing.
“You should have seen it before,” he said with a wink.
“What I’m going to show you is through here,” he said and waved Allan to follow.
They next entered into a room that resembled a library more than a study. The previous décor flowed naturally, but there was more stimulation of color than before. There was a spacious desk off which Nikolai liked to think, although the technology built into the structure was powered down at the moment. They may well have walked backward in time as into an adjacent room.
The book Nik was previously reading waited on a table alongside a plush chair. He didn’t pick it up as he passed. A fire was popping, but a net of gleaming threads pushed the heat elsewhere to avoid overly warming the room. Nikolai liked the ambiance but did not desire to sit in a summer furnace.
Many of the books in his collection were from current authors and represented a global cache of diversity. However, the ones on proudest display were antique editions of famous works. His own pieces, published over the years, were positioned on its own shelf.
There was a liquor cabinet off to one side. Nik gestured at it as he walked behind the desk. “Help yourself to a drink, Allan.” There was no vodka to be found in here, rather an array of warm bodied spirits. Nikolai rarely indulged in alcohol, but when he did, it was to savor the tannins of a bold, Italian merlot.
Meanwhile, he turned to a wall behind the desk and opened a hidden panel to unlock a safe.
“You should have seen it before,” he said with a wink.
“What I’m going to show you is through here,” he said and waved Allan to follow.
They next entered into a room that resembled a library more than a study. The previous décor flowed naturally, but there was more stimulation of color than before. There was a spacious desk off which Nikolai liked to think, although the technology built into the structure was powered down at the moment. They may well have walked backward in time as into an adjacent room.
The book Nik was previously reading waited on a table alongside a plush chair. He didn’t pick it up as he passed. A fire was popping, but a net of gleaming threads pushed the heat elsewhere to avoid overly warming the room. Nikolai liked the ambiance but did not desire to sit in a summer furnace.
Many of the books in his collection were from current authors and represented a global cache of diversity. However, the ones on proudest display were antique editions of famous works. His own pieces, published over the years, were positioned on its own shelf.
There was a liquor cabinet off to one side. Nik gestured at it as he walked behind the desk. “Help yourself to a drink, Allan.” There was no vodka to be found in here, rather an array of warm bodied spirits. Nikolai rarely indulged in alcohol, but when he did, it was to savor the tannins of a bold, Italian merlot.
Meanwhile, he turned to a wall behind the desk and opened a hidden panel to unlock a safe.