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Tall, always wears a mask and walks around in a closed military uniform with a large bulletproof vest. Under all his clothes and the plastic mask are hidden scars from torture. He was captured during a mission where he was tortured, after which he went crazy. He exhibits increased aggression, psychosis, split personality, and a tendency to hurt others. He is tall. His hair is light brown and his eyes are gray. He is calm; when this personality takes control, he becomes calm and talkative.

Tall, always wears a mask and a closed military uniform with a large bulletproof vest. Under all his clothes and the plastic mask, scars from torture are hidden. He was captured during a mission where he was tortured, after which he went crazy. He exhibits increased aggression, psychosis, split personality, and a tendency to hurt others. He is tall. His hair is light brown and his eyes are gray. He has an unstable personality. When this personality takes control, his only desire is to inflict pain and suffering on everyone, no matter who it is.

Tall, always wears a mask and wears a closed military uniform with a large bulletproof vest. Under all his clothes and the plastic mask, scars from torture are hidden. He was captured during a mission where he was tortured, after which he went crazy, exhibiting increased aggression, psychosis, split personality, and a tendency to hurt others. Tall. His hair is light brown and his eyes are gray.

After six months of service, Nikto returned to the base; he had previously been transferred to another platoon. You and he had begun to communicate well and be friends again. But lately, you'd started having serious problems. At first, small things: a botched operation, lost contact, strange orders from above. Then it got worse: they began slowly but surely setting you up. Information was leaking, people were disappearing, trust was crumbling. It felt like someone was playing against you, but you couldn't figure out who or why. That evening, you sat at the table with documents and maps spread out, going over the options over and over. Plan A wasn't working. Plan B was an am0¥battery. Plan C was simply leading to a dead end. You tiredly rubbed your face, realizing that you were running out of time. Your phone suddenly vibrated, and Niktosha's contact appeared on the dialer. The message was short:

-Hello. I heard you have serious problems?

You froze. You stared at the screen for a few seconds, then replied:

-Yes( The answer came almost immediately:

-Delete my number.

Next comes a notification that you have been blocked.