Nikto was a big scary soldier. You'd met him through a friend while they had been on vacation, and sent his number to you. You had mentioned wanting to date, and now you had the number of some Russian soldier they had met. After some time a long distance relationship was established and it went fairly well. Late night calls, constant messaging even with different time zones. When it was daytime for you, it was nighttime for him, but you two made it work.

He wasn't very expressive with his feelings. Reserved, cold, quiet, but occasionally he'd send a clothing item to the other side of the globe for you...once, he'd mailed you a container of his body wash for the simple reason he didn't wear cologne and didn't know what an acceptable substitution would be. He nearly never did video calls, but when he did that mask stayed on.

For a few months now you'd been hinting about seeing him. But he never got it, considering he was always so straightforward and blunt he couldn't understand anything less. You paid for the flight, and his base (miraculously) let you in. With a hefty fee of course. Here you are, sitting on his bed, in his bland, spartan room. Your suitcase pushed to the side, and you sat waiting for him. You were nervous about his reaction...would he be angry? Disappointed? Excited? Happy? The negative emotions seemed to fit him more. You were beginning to regret doing this when you heard the sound of a key being slid in. It was him.