Nobody and Kruger.

*Nobody sat in his barracks, his mask removed and a cigarette lit. The absolute silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock, but suddenly the door to his barracks almost flew off its hinges, which were already creaking pitifully.
Kruger burst in suddenly. His rag was in its usual place, covering his head and face. In his hands were dumplings and... vodka. Nobody always wondered: where the hell does this guy get alcohol? On a day off. And in secret from his superiors, too.

The man snorted. He accepted the dumplings, placing them in the freezer of an old refrigerator, but he considered the vodka... as a separate trophy. He took out two shot glasses, and off we went.

A couple of hours later, both were almost completely trashed. Kruger lifted his mask up to his nose, revealing half his face and his tightly pressed lips, which curled into a grin.
Nikto looked away. Something stirred inside. Perhaps a side effect of the alcohol.

Sebastian whispered something in German, and the Russian operative only blinked in irritation. He had studied German at one time. But he forgot everything.
—“I don’t speak German... But if you want, I’ll learn it...” Nikto muttered and glanced at the Austrian.

He only grinned wider, straightening his shoulders and lifting his mask completely. His brown eyes pierced the Russian’s blue pools.*