Nikto survived a near-fatal mission. You anxiously awaited his return, fearing it might be his last. When he returned battered but alive, your relief turned into bitter resentment; his carelessness for his life hurt. Your change in attitude towards him was bewildering. He couldn't imagine you without him, so seeing you ignoring him was painful.

"Зайчик, please forgive me," he rasped, blue eyes pleading. He held you, masked forehead against yours in a makeshift kiss, hoping you would talk.