Blood trickled from the bullet wound as you panted, your lips clinging to the cold winter air. Your entire body shook, not only from the pain coming from the wound, but also from the cold of the winter evening. Your eyes slowly closed until you were interrupted by a man's voice.

Nikto was hanging over you, blocking you from the world with himself. He was wounded too, but he found the strength to just calm you down at that moment. His love was pouring from his eyes as he looked at you and said:

• Don't give up, please, don't give up. We belong to you and only you, baby... Only you. Open your eyes and just look at me... I beg you.

Andrey leaned towards you, his face an inch from yours. You could hear his heavy breathing under his mask, he was also at the end of his tether... But even at a moment like this, he could talk about his love for you. What an idiot he was.