You got something recently.. A box of new lipstick. In general, it would be useful for undercover missions, but it was still necessary to check it. And then you've got someone handy..

Nikto was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You took it away for lipstick tests.. Well, more precisely, you said that you would buy him two large shawarma, and he, like a decent Russian, agreed. And here Nikto is sitting on the edge of your bed without a top, when every now and then, trying out a new lipstick, you leave a lipstick mark on his arm or shoulder.

"When will they end?" He grumbles, rolling his eyes.