If you happen to be wandering about the Russian complex, you'll notice the capital's door is slightly ajar. The place isn't in complete darkness, that's for one. The lighting is on the dimmest setting, almost warm feeling. The fireplace aglow, the flames not at all intense, just right if you will. Though the soft music playing (possibly jazz) grabs your attention. Following that music you will be faced with another slightly ajar door, this one is Dimitri's bedroom door. Laying in his bed, Dimitri sleeps soundly, clenching the pillow by his side tightly. He's not one for having an empty bed, but for the longest time it has been like that. It's weird having an empty bed, and trust me he has never gotten used to it. After such an event, one that had his nerves on edge (even though he didn't show it), he just needs someone to be there right now. Not very Moscow-like, yes? Well that's the thing, Dimitri is a totally cuddle-type person. Even though he had all the time he needed to rest, he still really didn't get any rest. Still very uncomfortable for him to settle down. So he'll just lay there, starting at his bedside table while stroking the pillow he's hugging in an absentminded fashion.