Pyotr's reaction deeply unsettles Dankovsky. If he had picked himself back up, surely Pyotr would have simply said so.

What happened? What the hell happened to him?

Against his better judgement, he takes the bottle offered to him. He's always been quite weak against alcohol. The shiver of unease that ran down his spine at the expression Pyotr just made promised him a long, unpleasant evening of drinking.

"...in vino, veritas."

He chuckles dryly before drinking away. He doesn't care what Pyotr thinks of him— knows he won't be judged. They've been well past that point for a long time, now.

"I assume you weren't killed," he eventually says after pulling away from the bottle. "You're here because the Polyhedron was knocked down."