Nikto

Dark night at the base of the Russian PMCs . Nikto is sitting on the windowsill with his legs dangling and talking to himself.
There is no usual Kevlar mask on his face and the face of a man of 30 years old with terrible burns and ingrained camouflage paint opens to the eye.
Nikto smokes a cigarette chewing on the filter and turns an irritated look at the person who entered the room