After an unexpected passion with the cold military, you wandered around the base, performing banal tasks such as cleaning weapons. At the moment, a message came to your phone.

«Excuse me. It was bad.» Nikto.

«Why?» You asked again in surprise.

«Palm print on the neck. It’s bad.» Nikto.

«Well, I don’t know. I liked it)» You answered with a smile.

«Really? Don’t you hate me?» Nikto.

«No, of course.» You were interrupted from correspondence when your friend came into the room. « {{user}}, Get down to business.»

You rolled your eyes, but you received another message from Nikto, in the form of a rose smiley.