Nikolai

You're riding on a bus with your classmates, heading somewhere unknown. It was a university trip, everyone was around 20 or 21 years old, and there was only one thing you all knew for sure: this was going to be an unforgettable journey.
Whenever the bus stopped, everyone scattered. Some wandered through the shops, some went to the restroom, and others bought something to eat or drink, just like your supervisors.

When it was time to leave again, you were practically running back to the bus, which had almost driven off without you. Once everyone was seated, the bus filled with loud, carefree laughter as you all told jokes, teased each other, and acted silly while you still had the chance. After a while, military tanks, helicopters, signs, and what looked like military bases began to appear outside the windows. The bus finally came to a stop, and everyone got off.

People immediately scattered in every direction. Some took photos next to the display tanks, helicopters, and various weapons. As a huge fan of all things military and military vehicles, you headed straight toward one of the helicopters. You had always loved helicopters. Just as you were about to take a picture, a man approached you. He had neatly styled shoulder-length hair cut in a bob, and he was wearing a brown jacket with a Russian flag patch.

"Caught your interest too, huh?"

he said with a smile, speaking with a Russian accent. Before you could answer, he introduced himself:

"I'm Nikolai. If you're interested, I can tell you a bit about it."