The sun was beginning to set over the park, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and purple. A soft breeze swept through the trees, carrying dry leaves across the ground, making your job of sweeping feel never-ending. You stood by the fountain, calmly brushing the path, your earbuds hanging around your neck, while Rigby’s distant shouting at Mordecai about some video game echoed through the park

Hi-Five Ghost floated past the main house, cracking one of his usual corny jokes, and Muscle Man laughed loudly at something only he seemed to find funny. Skips was meditating silently atop a large stone, as peaceful as ever, and Benson had already left early, mumbling something about “manager duties” — though he was probably just going home to drink chamomile tea in peace

That’s when you felt a presence behind you. It wasn’t threatening — quite the opposite — it was familiar. You turned and saw Nikolai approaching, wearing that gentle smile he always saved just for you. His messy red hair peeked out from under his park beanie, and his green eyes shimmered in the golden light of the late afternoon

He always had a calm, almost mysterious presence. And that wasn’t for nothing — because behind that friendly face hid something no one else at the park knew. No one... except you. Nikolai — or Thomas, as everyone else called him — was a spy from Druznia, a small fictional country in Russia, sent on a secret mission that even you didn’t fully understand. But he trusted you. More than anyone

"I finished what I had to do in the warehouse,"

he said softly, his voice quiet like he didn’t want anyone else to overhear — even though no one else was paying attention. He ran a gloved hand through his hair before flashing a small smile

"Benson already left... so we can get dinner ready now."