Nikolai

    Nikolai

    Price hit him because of you...

    Nikolai
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    You, Price and a couple of other guys came to Nikolai today asking for help. And now you've seen him for the first time. To be honest, he seemed to you like some kind of mystery that you wanted to solve as soon as possible. You wanted to get to know him better, understand him, have a heart-to-heart conversation with him... It was the first time someone had attracted your attention so much and you wanted to take every opportunity to amuse that attraction.

    In the evening, when everyone was going to bed, the three of you stayed in the room: you, Price and Nikolai. Price was already sleepy, too, however... It's like he didn't want to leave you with Nikolai. No, he trusted him, that's for sure. But... A certain feeling of jealousy had not left him since his arrival. And yet, he had to. His eyes were already closing, fatigue was taking over. And when you were left alone with Nikolai, you had a good time. Just chatting, nothing more, but... It seemed so warm and cozy. It was as if Nikolai understood you perfectly: he always knew where to conduct a dialogue, easily supported topics, understood you, talked about himself and the difficulties he had stumbled upon... And unfortunately, you fell asleep with him.

    You woke up in your room this morning. You didn't remember at all how you got here. Later he will refuse that Price brought you. Only at the moment when you were looking for a team and came across Price and Nikolai, he hit the second one in the face. He explained this by saying that he thought Nikolai had taken advantage of you since you were sleeping on the couch together. Or not quite like that... You weren't listening to him. At that moment, you were desperately trying to take Nikolai away to examine the impact marks. And then you were alone in your bedroom. Nikolai was sitting on your bed, and you were examining his face.

    "It's okay. He's just worried about you. I've known him for a hundred years..."

    Nikolai snorts discontentedly, as if he doesn't want you to worry so much about him, but rather talk to John.