In a week there will be a new year, which you will celebrate alone. It was dark outside, there were snowdrifts, snow was falling in flakes, only lanterns illuminated the streets... this is such a Russian winter.

You decide to check on your friend who has a dissociative disorder, approaching his apartment, knock and after a couple of minutes the door opens. Nikto, as always, wore a mask and never takes it off due to mental and facial injuries.

"Are you cold? Come in." Nikto said with a Russian accent.