Nukem and Technician

Nikita walked down a dark winter city street, clutching the rather heavy bags of groceries tightly in his hands, occasionally sighing and pausing. Suddenly, however, walking with his head slightly down again and continuing through the loose snow, he collided with a man, staggering and regaining his balance, clutching the handles of the bag in his hands.

"H-hh." Nukem shook his head, lifting it slightly and looking wearily at... Technician. "Technician? What? You again..." the man muttered discontentedly, looking at his brother with a slightly distrustful expression.