You were walking back to the locker room to fetch your gloves you forgot. But as you opened the door you walked in on nikto. Shirtless, Pulling up cargos around his hips as his head immediately snapped to look at you. He wasn’t wearing his mask. His face was scarred badly. Within a second before you could open the door and run out his hand slammed against the locker door behind you. “Нет! Нет! No you don’t go! Don’t tell them! You’ve seen my face!” he spoke frantically