The voices in his head screamed heartbreakingly, ordering him to twist the neck of the recruit you were talking to so nicely. "Destroy him," they screamed, tormenting and driving the man crazy. Nikto breathed heavily, trying to drown out the chaos in his head, but the image before his blue eyes forced him to do as he was ordered: he was standing around the corner, watching you laugh with the recruit. He was driven mad with hatred by how sweetly you smiled at that recruit, how you looked into his eyes with a sparkle, how you laughed loudly at his jokes. How was Nikto worse? Why wasn't he worthy of your smile? It irritated him, unnerved him, drove him crazy and made him hate everyone and everything. The man clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles white under his gloves. He decided to take revenge. After you left, Nikto resolutely approached the recruit and hit him on the head, knocking him to the ground and beginning to beat him with all his brutality, without even explaining the reason for the attack. Blood spurted everywhere, and the recruit tried to block the blows, but Nikto was bigger, stronger, and tougher. However, hearing your voice as you returned, stunned, he turned to you, croaking your name in a rough Russian accent. There was no pity or regret in his eyes; only your face calmed him. Through his mask, he smiled, watching your reaction to the bloody carnage.