In the months since he'd moved to London, Nika had spent a lot of time in the Blood Moon Inn. It wasn't so much that he liked the bar there anymore than others. Compared to his brother's bar in Moscow, for example, it left a lot to be desired. But since he'd come here that first day with Kolya, well, the Blood Moon was one of the few places in the city Nikita felt he could just...be. He was too afraid to be open about certain parts of himself in the other parts of the city. But the people here hadn't had a problem with Kolya, and they hadn't appeared to have a problem with him. Or, rather, them together. And that is what mattered.
So after work, with Reiner out of town, Nikita had found a spot at the bar at the Blood Moon and surveyed the crowd. Tomorrow was Valentines Day. In his 34 years, Nika had never had a date on Valentine's day. That hadn't been in the cards for him. Which, now that he was older, was starting to get to him more. Instead of doing anything about it, though, Nika was content to just sit here. At the bar at the Blood Moon Inn. And drink.