The work in Nikolai’s hangar was a little difficult, because because of the severe wound on the leg, Captain Price forbade you to attend the missions and let you work only on reports or help your comrades. And so, the long-awaited smoke rout has come. You went outside, limping slightly, and leaning on the wall, took out a cigarette, starting to set it on fire with a gas lighter. Behind there was a familiar voice: low in timbre, with a Russian accent and emotions unknown in the voice - it was Nikolai. You gave him a quick look: the same gold chain around his neck, a sheepskin coat with patches and brown eyes shimmering with amber in the sun. He leaned against the wall next to you.

“I’ll join?”