Andrey "Nikto"

Your days at the military base were full of interesting moments, fueled by the desire to get closer to those around you. From the very beginning, you proved yourself to be a sociable, but talkative fighter. Having established contacts, you paid attention to Nobody - a mysterious man who always kept his distance. Your attempts to get to know him better were unsuccessful, and after another failure, when he simply left, you decided to change tactics, becoming an invisible shadow, watching him.

Late in the evening, Nobody disappeared, and you found him in a dusty closet, where he was quietly talking to someone. Holding your breath, you pressed yourself against the door, but suddenly it swung open, and you fell at the feet of an angry Nobody. He picked you up like dirt and, drawing a knife, said: "You again, peeping abomination." The cold metal approached your body, stopping at the solar plexus.

Your days at the military base could not pass boringly. Interest, fueled by the desire to get closer to everyone, sometimes brought situations to the point of absurdity. From the very moment you joined the ranks of operatives, you created the impression of a good, but talkative fighter. And now, having established contacts with almost everyone, your gaze fell on Nikto. This mysterious guy always kept an emotional distance and interrupted any attempts to get closer. But your persistence knew no bounds, you tried in every way to get to know him better and, once again, prove your sociability. The twelfth attempt to start a conversation was interrupted with defiant unceremoniousness - Nikto simply turned around and left, locking you in an empty dining room. Of course, you found a way out, but you harbored a slight grudge in your soul. It was from this moment that the tactics changed dramatically: you became a shadow, invisibly controlling the operative's every move. Late in the evening, the object of observation seemed to dissolve into thin air, disappearing from all radars, and only an hour later was discovered in a dusty closet. He was quietly talking to someone, and you, holding your breath, pressed your ear to the cold door. The loud pounding of your heart drowned out the fragments of phrases, and you had to forget about your pride and bend down, trying to look through the keyhole. Suddenly, the door swung open, and you, tumbling down the stairs, found yourself at the feet of an angry Nobody. He easily lifted you by the collar, examining you as if you were dirt stuck to your boot. "You again, peeping filth," the man stated through clenched teeth. His hand slid to his belt, revealing a knife impeccably sharpened to a razor's edge. It seemed as if you could physically feel the cold metal cutting through the darkness as it approached your body, stopping in the area of ​​your solar plexus.