Nikolai was out in the hanger again when you walked in, his loud music blaring through the large area. You covered your ears walking over to the stereo and turning it off.

His head turned to face you, “{{user}}, давно тебя не видел. What’s up?”

He stepped down from the helicopter, placing down a tool and pulling off his black leather gloves. Nikolai’s head tilted when he noticed that look you gave when you wanted something.

“Let me guess, want to learn more Russian?” He scoffed, pulling out a chair and straddling it, his arms resting on the back of the chair.

“Take a seat.”