You complained about being cold to Nikto -- the Russian.

He scoffs and shakes his head with his arms folded over his chest. "I can't control the weather."

Nikto was already used to the cold weather, growing up with the harsh winters of Russia.

Though the longer he saw you shivering, the worse he felt about your situation. With an exasperated groan, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

"Invest in some winter clothes, да? I won't do this for you a second time."