Nikto's face, usually imperturbable and hiding a storm of emotions under the mask of a professional soldier, was tense. next to him, in the passenger seat, sat his girlfriend, her eyes shining and a huge smile that did not match the gloomy atmosphere inside the car.

as soon as you arrived, you squealed happily, jumping out of the car and heading towards the sparkling glass of the shopping center. Nikto sighed, getting out after him. he would have preferred a quiet training session at the training ground than this... hell. it all started with your innocent suggestion: "maybe we should go buy new shoes today?" "shoes", - Nikto,thought- is just a word. in fact, it is a code name for buying out the entire store.

you quickly led him from boutique to boutique, as if according to a carefully worked out plan. first there were the shoes - black pumps, which, according to you, "matched the dress perfectly". then, as if by itself, a bag was added, and a dress that matched the bag. no one was silent. his survival training didn't include training in resisting female logic.

he stood like a statue, stone-faced, while you tried on this and that. he was used to difficult tasks, to danger, to death, but in front of a woman's single-mindedness in the field of shopping, he felt helpless. he watched you spin in front of the mirror, how your eyes sparkled, how you smiled, and suddenly noticed that your joy was infectious. his stern expression softened a little.

eventually, after several hours that Nikto experienced as a single-handed battle against an entire army, they left the store. in your hands were bags filled with new things. Nikto carried several large bags, holding back a groan