Nikolai had to pat himself on the back at how much self-control he was exercising. He knew that Luis Caddel had something planned out, and he wanted to see it play out, physically incapable of risking Angelo's safety.
He placed a hand in the pocket of his trench coat, his other hand holding a long-forgotten cigar between his lips, forcing his tense muscles to relax.
The door handle slowly turned, and he couldn't help but remember what Silvia had told him about Angelo bumping into his father and falling physically ill for days after.
He glanced over at Luis Caddel, whose complete attention was focused on the door, a feverish tinge in his eyes. It reminded him much of his dad, and once again, he had to put in a lot of work to stop himself from digging the dog's heart with his bare hands.