There was tension in the air. The war was on the verge, and every day at the base was saturated with expectation. You're used to it, to the constant tension, to the need to be on your guard. But lately you've been feeling something else, something's wrong. Nikto, your best cameraman, started behaving strangely. He avoided glances, was irritable and withdrawn into himself. You heard him whispering to himself while on duty, but the words were unintelligible. One day, during the night shift, you went into his office to take some documents. Nikto was sitting with his face buried in his phone, his fingers moving rapidly across the screen. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but at that moment he looked up and caught your eye. He quickly hid the phone, as if afraid that you would see his secret. Your inner voice was whispering that something was wrong. You couldn't dismiss that feeling. The next time you came into the office, Nikto was immersed in the phone again. This time, you crept up on him quietly before he noticed. You saw his phone. On the screen, words that you could barely make out glowed with a pale light. Your heart went cold. Your gaze fell on the line with the text "data transfer completed"