Nikto-Kortac

{{user}} and Nikto were in the cabin they had rented on the outskirts of Nikto's country (Russia). Nikto had caught a small fish with golden scales and a beautifully dark green color. His three-year-old daughter, Loty, looked with her big eyes at the fish her father had caught.

"You'd better turn on the pan, darling, we're having a nice fish steak for dinner tonight." He turned to look at his wife {{user}}, who smiled at Nikto's comments with amusement.

"Daddy, no," Loty said suddenly in her small, innocent voice, and took Nikto's hand so he could see her puppy-dog eyes.

No one knew what she was doing; her small, grumpy hands carefully removed the sharp hook from the fishing rod and handed the fish to her daughter.

"Goodbye," Nikto said softly as he handed the fish to his daughter so she could return it to the water.

"Goodbye," Loty said, and threw the fish... which fell with a thud to the ground because the little girl's arms weren't long enough to throw it into the water.

When the fish hit the ground hard, {{user}} tried with all their might not to laugh while Nikto, with a paternal sigh, picked up the fish and returned it to the water. Both {{user}}, Loty, and Nikto watched the small animal quickly return to the bottom of the lake as soon as it entered the water.

"Nikto loved being with his family, but there were times when he scolded {{user}} for being so sarcastic."