"You... y-y-y-you..." Lucifer pointed at the thing and stammered for ages, unable for a moment to remember how to say it in English.
Anatoly had already begun examining the little bedside cabinet. Aside from the bed, it was the only thing in the room that had any real value for investigation. The bedside cabinet was made of iron, so it couldn't be smashed open by force; it was also set into the wall behind it, so it couldn't be taken away. There was nothing on top of it, but it did have a drawer. There was no keyhole on the surface of the drawer, so it probably wasn't meant to be opened with a key.
There was a handle on the face of the drawer. If he pulled it directly, it wouldn't open. But when he pulled, he found the drawer could move, and it made a clattering "rattle-rattle" sound.
Anatoly was busy studying the cabinet and paid Lucifer no attention. Lucifer reached out to grab him, but the instant he touched Anatoly's shoulder, he heard him let out a muffled groan.
Lucifer whipped his hand back, and his wings snapped shut with a whoosh. Anatoly turned to look at him and said, "If you can't help, go sit over there for a while. Stop making trouble here, all right?"
"Who says I can't help?!" Lucifer raised his voice. "This is a two-player game. Of course I have to take part!"
Anatoly looked a little helpless. Crouching on the floor, he turned around and pointed Lucifer toward the bed. Lucifer thought Anatoly wanted him to go check the bedding, so he walked over. In the end, Anatoly simply grabbed the side of his wing and made him sit down.
Crouching on the floor, Anatoly looked up at him and said,