To beg

Nicolai heard the sound of doors opening and turned to look at Noah, who had trespassed in his corner. He brought two fingers to his lips and pulled out the cigar from between his lips.

A cloud of smoke left his lips and he questioned, "What is it?"

"You shouldn't smoke in someone else's house," Noah said to the audacious man. "It's not polite."

"Let me see how many fucks I give?" Nicolai rummaged in his pockets before bringing up his hand and flashing his middle finger to Noah. "There you go? Are you happy? You should be, usually, I don't give two flying fucks about others."

Noah's brows furrowed as he remarked, "You are still as rude as ever, Mister de Luca."

"And you are just as stiff and boring, Mister Nelson. But you don't see me complaining," Nicolai took a swig of his cigar and released the smoke through his nostrils. "Did you come here to stop me from smoking?"