If Nikolai could hear those thoughts, he would chuckle, because they were certainly appropriate. Now he just cast his eyes to the side, looking at the hilt as he pressed down very gently on it. The blade cut through the concrete with a loud, screeching sound, and Nikolai grinned as he pulled it down, making it disappear up his sleeve with a sleight of hand.

"There is plenty 'maneuverability'," he drawled out the word, "if you know place well enough. Problem is people. People here, very obedient. Almost terrified of breaking rules. Very boring."

His grin widened, "But you know people better, da? What kind of job you think you can do here?"