[The look on Viktor's face screamed Oh, you think you're fucking funny, but he took a slow breath that may have betrayed an attempt to keep some shred of patience and slid into the nearer wooden chair. His back would not thank him for it, but it was enough for now. Better that than let himself be seen as any weaker than he probably already looked.]

So. Let's not insult each other's intelligence and skip to the point. What is it you want, apart from the obvious goal of returning where we came from?