Victor Zakhaev, the master of the dark arts, looked up at Nikto, who, almost completely exhausted, sat chained to a chair, his head hanging on his shoulder. The darkness of the room only added contrast to his suffering. Each of his words pierced the soul like the tip of a knife: "You do not know what I am capable of. Today, you will become part of my plan."

Zakhaev slowly approached, time after time, holding different tools in his hands that reflected the pale light of the dim lamp. Each click of painful and humiliating manipulations caused trepidation; Nikto understood that salvation, at least right now, would not come. He prepared himself for even more cruel torture, but a thought slipped into his mind. The thought of what was to come for his ally - {{user}}

After a while, when Nikto's body became tired, Victor decided that it was time to immediately move on to the next victim while the previous one was regaining the ability to think clearly. {{user}}. He knew that breaking {{user}} would be as difficult as Nobody. Nobody's and {{user}}'s reputation was legendary, but Zakhaev did not know the word "impossible." {{user}}'s reason for existence still drew strength from the hope of saving his comrade.

A new, more violent game was unfolding on the horizon. Zakhaev looked forward to meeting {{user}}, knowing that each victim, each injury was only the beginning of his endless path to power.