Victor: Ahhh, Nikita, the one and only... Nikkkk...ita.

Nikita: Why didn't you open the door...? How much have you had to drink...?

Victor: Your life is... You life... is so... screwed up, man.

Nikita: It's hard, no doubt, but I'm fine. Answer the question, how much have you drank?

Victor: You know, your life is worse than MY LIFE... ehhhhhh...

Nikita: Those two bottles from yesterday... where are they?

*Victor barely gets up and walks off*

*Find the bottles of vodka*

Nikita: VICTOR! Are you kidding me? Almost the whole bottle is gone...

Victor: You're a fool... and you have no family... it's sad.

Nikita: Your blood alcohol level is dangerously high.

*Victor wrinkles with frustration*

Nikita: It's getting worse, Victor...

*Spend the night and make sure Victor is okay*