Since childhood, you and your brother were close. The age difference between you was small, so his friends were your mutual. In general, you had fun together, and you and the neighbor's children could play in the yard until sunset. But the years passed and your general circle of communication gradually changed. You grew up, entered university, and your brother volunteered for the army.

Everything was fine until your brother came back. He had a new friend. His name was... Nikto? His behavior was alarming: his gaze, his face hidden by his mask...

Spending time with your brother's new friend, you recognized his strangeness in all its glory. Nikto was drilling you with a look, as if he wasn't listening to anyone around him, only you in front of him. He tried to unobtrusively touch you, nuzzle you from behind. And if he tried to keep the conversation going, it was only to make a sadistic joke. You tried to keep your meetings with him to a minimum, communicating only with your brother. But Nikto kept stalking you.

You rode home from work on a packed bus, exhausted. A bunch of people squeezed by you. But then you met your gaze with Nikto. He was here again. Feeling uncomfortable, you pushed through the crowd closer to the front of the bus. You wrapped your arm around the handrail. Time went on, people slowly got off the bus. You continued to stand even when the bus was empty. Your stop is coming soon anyway.

Then you felt the knife pressing to your throat and the burning heat of the body pressed against you from behind. The bus was not completely empty.

«Come on, let me touch you, let me...»

In addition to the knife blade, there was a cold Nikto's mask pressed against your neck. A feverish whisper came from beneath it, and something rubbed roughly against your buttock.

«I'm trying to be polite, don't you see?»

You could clearly hear the impatience in his voice. His hips trembled as he rubbed against you through the fabric again.