Dimitri grabbed the knob of the door with his left hand and calmly raised his right as he swung the door open. There was a sound of panting and nails clicking against a hardwood floor before Dimitri extended his right hand to stop eighty pounds of rhodesian ridgeback from plowing into him. Brutus gave a small yip of excitement as Dimitri patted him on the head and ushered him further back into the apartment so the others could enter. When Brutus saw the people behind Dimitri, for a moment the canine's hackles raised, and his lips pulled back in a snarl to show a gleaming set of sharp teeth, however a quick pat on the side calmed the dog down. The apartment itself was completely unremarkable and homely: In the living room there was a large old black leather couch that sat in front of a stand that housed a boombox and a collection of CDs, the kitchen was separated from the living room and the rest of the apartment by two walls and a pair of double doors that would open to reveal a cramped but surprisingly neat kitchen, from the second set of double doors, there was a right turn into the hallway that would lead to the bathroom, and another right turn from there would lead to two bedrooms. "[color=0054a6]Make yourselves comfortable, I guess.[/color]" Dimitri said before walking over to the couch with Brutus in tow and sitting down.