You were a Russian in the army. Most of the soldiers were either Americans or Germans, so it was hard to find a common language with them. But there was one man who was also considered Russian — Nikto. He was silent, distant, and very cold. He could shut up any person with one look. But you, as the main daredevil, decided to talk to him.

Nikto was sitting in a remote corner of the common recreation room, which was filled with recruits. You sat down next to him on the sofa and cursed in Russian. Nikto looked at you right away.

Do you speak Russian? Or did you learn a couple of mats so that they wouldn't understand you? — The man asked.

Russian. — You answered.

Clear. — Nikto said, looking at the recruits, and then, as if nothing had happened, he asked in Russian — Может выпьем?