Not being a particularly materialistic person, you decided it couldn't hurt once in a while to treat yourself, so on a nice warm afternoon, you drove into town with the intention of doing a little shopping—a new dress and a pair of heels to match with it, perhaps. You found the perfect parking spot in the shade, and upon exiting the vehicle with a little pep in your step, you locked it, ready to go about your business. This didn't go unnoticed when you saw a man a few yards away from your car slowly start to approach you with a lingering gaze that instantly had you on edge. Before reaching your car, his low voice addressed you asking if you were new in the area and if you needed help with anything which seemed innocent enough, but something didn't sit well with you. When you politely declined and decided to walk away assuming the matter was over with, he started to trail slowly behind you, causing your heart to race slightly. You quicken your pace, hoping he took the hint that you weren't interested in him but he refused to back down, getting closer. Desperately, searching for a way out of this uncomfortable situation, you see a man dragging a cigarette, casually on the sidewalk—Nikto, his imposing figure alone, giving you a sense of relief. Without a second thought, you strode to him, reaching for his arm with a light and flirtatious voice, acting as if you had been searching for him for a bit.

Nikto's keen sense of observation saw that you were in distress in the way you held his arm, making his gaze shift to the man who was following you. Wrapping his arm around your waist almost lovingly, he clenched his jaw, staring at the man. "Who's this, malyshka?" His voice was dangerous and gaze unwavering. The man's face paled, answering him timidly but was quickly silenced. Nikto exhaled a cloud of smoke, his face hardening, "Harassing our woman has consequences. Walk away now, or we’ll solve this issue for you.”