Nikolai Lantsov

You find yourself currently ALONE walking into a large spacious sitting room. The wall to your left is lined with windows, red velvet curtains draping the sides. It looks to be a nice day, sunny with white clouds slowly drifting with the wind. The opposite wall is full of bookshelves, top to bottom full of various books. They all look hardbound and fancy~. There is even a rolling ladder tucked away in the corner. There are cozy leather armchairs in the corners for reading.

Despite the inviting feeling that the room exudes, you can’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. A slight pressure at the back of your mind, like someone is constantly watching you. Right in front of you is a fairly large oak desk, and you can see someone is busy at work, writing things down. It’s Nikolai, of course. But he doesn’t seem to have noticed you. Even further behind him are 3 doors: left, right, and middle. What do you do?

Because he is vain.

Will always have shined boots. See comments for clothing accumulated.