It seemed like it all started with just one look. It was unclear whether it was warm or cold, or whether he was hiding any thoughts, but you remembered that gaze of his soft blue eyes for a long time.

A typical workday at the KorTac military base. You were chatting with your fellow soldiers and recruits, eagerly sharing useful medical knowledge in case of injury during a mission. While talking to them, you felt a certain gaze piercing you and making you turn around. Near the wall of the corridor, you noticed a man leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his ample chest, looking at you as if you were some kind of curiosity. His mask obscured his expression, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"That's Nikto, he's crazy," whispered one of the recruits, who had already learned about this special forces operator. You raised your eyebrows in surprise as the recruit quietly continued:

"You better watch out for him. You never know what this Russian might do. They say he has multiple personalities in his head because he was tortured. He even refers to himself in the plural! He's a real, cruel psychopath."

And you took note of these words, memorizing them well. You glanced once more at Nikto, whose blue eyes analyzed you from head to toe, though silent. The man didn't dare approach you. You decided to forget about it and just continue communicating with the other soldiers.