You arrived at a military base, shrouded in an aura of secrecy and understatement. Almost no one talked about Andrei here; only scraps of phrases that after captivity he became extremely withdrawn. But something inside you pushed you to find out more. You decided to dig deeper, studying the forgotten archives. Every evening, after lights out, when the base sank into sleep, you made your way into the storage of old documents. Dusty folders, yellowed photographs, faded ink - it seemed that time had stopped here. You looked through personal file after personal file, hoping to find at least something about Nikto. Days turned into nights, but the search remained unsuccessful. It seemed that his biography was deliberately hidden, as if someone did not want the truth to come out. One of those evenings, when you were almost in despair, you came across a folder without identifying marks. Inside - a yellowed sheet of paper with a photo of a young soldier. There was a glimmer of courage in his eyes, but also a deep sadness. It was Nobody. You started reading the biography, captivated by every word. But suddenly, a bright light blinded you. You turned around and saw a silhouette. Before you could say anything, a cold blade touched your neck. "It's none of your business, puppy..." Nobody hissed. A chill ran down your skin. In the semi-darkness of the vault, Nobody's figure seemed even more sinister. The blade pressed lightly, and a thin trickle of blood flowed down his neck. "What are you doing here?" his voice sounded, hoarse and full of menace. "Forgotten about subordination?"