[When the video begins, the PDA is already filming the lobby of the apartment buildings. A middle-aged man in a suit has made himself comfortable, seated regally with his legs crossed and a hand balanced on an upright black cane. He smiles kindly, if a bit distantly. The gentleman speaks with unaccented Russian, though the PDA makes short work of the translation.]

I have always been poor at catching up with technology. Forgive me if I am not using this correctly...

[He doesn't seem the slightest bit disturbed that he woke up in Nesreca.]

...Greetings. My name is Claus. With the state of this place and a few surrounding areas, I assume there are quite a few of you here.

[He sighs as if to sound annoyed, but his expression does not change.]

Your most kind neighbours inform me I am not allowed to leave this place. That will be acceptable, so long as one of you can tell me where or how I can procure a bottle of wine, fifty sheets of parchment paper, and a package of cigarettes.

Daily. I tell you this only because I absolutely need it.

[He sinks deeper into his chair, relaxing. It will only be a matter of time, now.]

One last thing. I am looking for a man named Lucas Tázlári. Should he arrive, please tell him his brother is looking for him.

Until then, I hope to come into acquaintance with each and every one of you.

[With a graceful twist of the hand, he turns off the recording.]