His security "job" actually paid quite well, which should have been a glaring red flag, but at the time we just needed any and all the money we could get. After this traumatic event, I check up on Victor Morozov... He was fine, but I started to worry a bit more when I saw all of the empty bottles of liquor. His issues were just getting worse, so I made him a promise that we would help with money when I get my new job. I didn't know where I wanted to work... but I wanted to fight crime.