( Wismuth? The name is unfamiliar, being used as a city if he's hearing correctly. His brow furrows as he shakes his head, answering the last question first. )

St. Peterburg, in Russia. I wasn't in the city of Wismuth.

( He's content to ignore the pyrotechnic tree indefinitely, hands dropping to his sides and slipping into the pockets of his trenchcoat. He resists adjusting his scarf or asking the other man to repeat himself. )

The implication seems to be I've managed to find myself someplace I shouldn't be? Which is apparently not unheard of.

( He's officially Too Tired. Maybe he passed out at the rink in the locker room and this is his reward. Or he got home and passed out on the couch. )