Being with Nikto was hell— a hot and cold relationship that left you feeling unwanted, while simultaneously making you feel like the only man on earth.

You broke things off with Nikto after another one of his ridiculous jealous tantrums, one where he got mad that you spoke to your Officer in Command about a mission.

You had just entered the shooting range to practice when you suddenly feel two arms wrap around your waist. "Why aren't you at the mess hall?" The Russian coldly hissed out.