"Woah, calm down! What are you talking about?!"
"DON'T BULLSHIT ME!"
So much drama. When Mikhail picked the pocket of the man that was now so passionately belligerent, he hadn't expected that the male would react in such a way. Though it was true most people never really reacted in positive ways when a possession of theirs had been stolen, he hadn't expected a reaction like this out of someone that Mikhail initially thought of as "meek". It was obvious that this had been a prime example of "judging a book by its cover". In spite of this unexpected reaction, Mikhail found this entire fiasco quite entertaining. It probably wouldn't have been this entertaining had Mikhail been the target of this male's outburst, but since the man had his sights set on an innocent bystander as being the perpetrator of the theft Mikhail had been able to sit back and relax while watching the events unfold.
Even though Mikhail would never admit it, he loved the drama that a majority of his actions always seemed to cause. There was something almost addictive about seeing how much your actions could affect the world around you, and how easily one could influence the emotions and reactions of another. The atmosphere within the tavern that was once filled with nothing but peace, love, and good vibes had now been replaced with a tension so thick that it could be cut with a chainsaw. The fighting between the belligerent male and the innocent bystander even seemed to infect others, causing them to do the same. People were now frustrated and arguing about inconsequential matters. Anger seemed to always be the easiest emotion to infect others with, and despite how entertaining this all was, Mikhail knew he needed to make an exit before he ended up a victim of his own doing.
With his ill-gotten gains in pocket, Mikhail made his way for the door of the tavern and made a hasty exit. Mikhail found himself surprised as he looked around the town, wondering why it looked completely different than it had only hours earlier. It then occurred to him that he'd walked inside of that tavern in the middle of the day, and the scene was now completely dark. He hadn't been in this town long at all and he knew almost nothing about it. This ignorance coupled with the fact that it was now completely dark outside (save for a few street lamps), meant that Mikhail was completely and utterly lost. This of course didn't stop Mikhail from deciding that his best course of action would be to just walk straight and hope he'd run into something that gave him an idea of where he was.