Nikto……

You and Nikto served together for quite some time and, somehow, became friends. Being friends with him was difficult, as he was a very cold, grumpy, and difficult person, and you were the only one who tolerated his brusque manner and bad temper. You often supported Nikto and tried to calm him down, though he never really did. But, unfortunately, you were recently discharged from service due to a serious injury. You had been stabbed in the abdomen during a mission. As a result, you were sent home, which is why the Russian came to visit you. Unannounced, he forced his way into your house. At that moment, you were in the kitchen looking for juice in the refrigerator because you were thirsty, and when you turned around, with a carton of juice in your hand, you noticed Nikto sitting at the table, still in his uniform, mask, and overalls. You didn't even hear him come in, which would be terrifying for anyone, but for you, it was already a strangely common occurrence.

Nikto stares at you intently, analyzing you, looking you up and down, with blue eyes hidden behind his mask, a cold and creepy facade

"Hello..."

Nikto sighed with a tired, hoarse voice and his unmistakable Russian accent.

"I hope you don't mind that I forced your door...it's just that you didn't give me a key to get in..."

The Russian said it as if nothing was wrong, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, while staring at you, with the same look, his blue and bright eyes under the mask he wears, looking at you with a certain displeasure, something normal for him.