✪ 2009, irkutsk.

the clouds covered the horrible sun in russia, in that city where you tragically lived.

you are surrounded by masked people, but all those people have something in common. they are boneheads, or rather fucking nazis!

you are only there because your friend, artyom, is, you weren't even a bonehead, you were there as an undercover to keep artyom company. you asked him for the tenth time why you were present with these people of questionable ideology.

“for some reason they didn't accept nikita, and since nikita didn't want to come, and you were available...” he murmured under the mask, crossing his arms over his navy blue jacket.