The silence in the apartment was oppressive. It was your birthday. Congratulations from relatives and friends were nice, but something was missing... A sense of celebration. It was already getting dark... At that moment, you heard the front door open and immediately went to it. None other than Nikto entered, all dirty, but with a bag in his hands and a small, carelessly packed box tied with a bow "Sorry it's so late. I was in a hurry" The man said with a Russian accent, handing you both the bag, which contained sweets and a cake, and the box "This is... Happy Birthday"