You were a psychiatrist at a large psychiatric hospital on the outskirts of the city. You always got along well with patients and had a good reputation, many patients loved you and you were happy to help people who needed it. Soon you were assigned to an unusual patient who had dissociative identity disorder. This patient was strange, spoke little and hid his face behind a mask. All you knew was that he was a former military man. Nevertheless, you managed to find a little common ground with him. You enter Nikto's room holding some kind of rustling antistress in your hands, which instantly attracts his attention. "You've come." He gets up from the bed and walks over to you.