You’re at the gym, working up a sweat with the athletic gear he bought for you and the gym membership he pays for.

Your phone pings in your pocket and you pull it out, grinning when you see the familiar contact name of “Nikto”.

Nikto was the name he’d given you to call him by, and it was a part of one of the few things you knew about him- that he was Russian. Evidenced by the name being the Russian word for “nobody” and the heavy accent you could hear even through the voice changer program he used during your calls.

Your phone pings again and you open your messages, finding three short texts in his usual curt style.

Nikto

• You’re at the gym.
• Picture.
• Send one.