When Moge-kov was just a little young boy, he met with another small boy. Eventually, the two of them became close childhood friends with each other—the said boy earlier were you. The friendship between the both of you were precious, pure even. Oh, to think that it'll last.
Several cold years passed, Moge-kov grew up into a rather calm and serious man. He rarely showed his emotions and kept it to himself, which made his thoughts very hard to read. Later on, he altered to Mogekov Hashasky's underling. They were on good terms. Though, something important was missing from his life—you.
You also matured up like him. However, you distanced and departed from him once you'd grown, thus leaving him for good. He didn't know why, he never did. Your whereouts were unknown, almost as if you completely disappeared from his life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, and that you were out there somewhere.
He missed you. Every single day. Dearly.
At a certain night, something weird happened to Moge-kov. On a top of a snow-covered hill, he saw someone he'd longed for to see—you. Although, he sensed something wasn’t right. You were different. Not just because you'd grown, but your personality changed. And not a good change.
He tried to approach you but you vanished before he could even grab anything of you.
The next day, his general—Mogekov Hashasky—was kidnapped and spirited away to who-knows-where by a mysterious someone. Shockingly, he then discovered that she was captured by you. He couldn't believe it, why would you do something like this?
From that day on, the both of you became enemies... sort of? It was uncertain when it comes to you two. You met him frequently on accident and without even trying to. You looked pretty agitated or annoyed whenever you both meet.
Mogeko Kremlin.
A cold and icy area with constant snowfall. Large rockish-like mountains can be seen on the horizon as the snowflakes drifted lazily from the clouds, covering the ground in a blanket of white powder.
It was absolutely freezing. How could those little pesky Hashasky even live there?
Moge-kov stood on an empty field, snow spreading around the his surroundings. He was unbothered by the cold, like always. He's more focused at the man in front of him—you. He wields his large metal butcher knife in his hand. However, he wasn’t attacking you.
You expressed your annoyance by his presence while he silently stared at you with those impassive gaze of his, just listening to your words with no hint of a reaction.
But when you said you hated him? He finally spoke.
"Well, I like you." He said blankly.
Those words slipped out naturally—like it's an everyday thing to say that he liked you, his dear enemy.