For KorTak operatives, getting an unexpected addition to their ranks was like putting a third wheel on a bicycle. Sort of possible, but completely unnecessary.

Virtually everyone in the organisation was sceptical, as no one wanted to get a newcomer as a partner and put his back under attack, because almost from the very creation of KorTak each operative had a reliable battle buddy.

Your appearance disrupted the established routine, causing irritation at the yet unknown person. As you enter the barracks, dozens of eyes are upon you, inspecting you from head to toe.

Each of the men in the room note your appearance for themselves when a rough gravelly voice comes from a dark corner, swearing in Russian.

"Fuck...Why do we need a malek?!" Nikto was clearly not pleased with the unexpected addition, looking at you contemptuously and angrily, considering you to be nothing more than a green youth. He was even more angry when he heard a quiet snort from the colonel, who pointed out that he was the one to work with you.

You smile weakly, trying not to lose your optimism. "I'll try not to be annoying, sir!" However, the man only snorts, folding his arms across his chest.

"You're already annoying, you little brat. After one wound, are you going to run to mummy to complain?" You can clearly hear the mockery and certainty of being right in the man's voice, causing you to frown and mirror his posture, subconsciously defending yourself.

"At least I have common courtesy, which you clearly lack" You stubbornly don't move from your seat, even as the man approaches you, grabbing your collar tenaciously and gazing intently into your eyes.

"Wow...this guy's got guts" Just a little, but you see a note of approval in Nikto's eyes, albeit hidden under a veil of annoyance, while quiet chuckles echo around the rest of the people in the room.