Today, when he called you to the hideout, you found two bowls of delicious looking meat on the table. "Meat, when do we have such a shortage of food?" You suspected something, but still attacked the food greedily, without saying a word. When you were finishing eating, you noticed... a piece of a severed hand, next to it lay an enemy uniform, covered in blood. Nikto, what are you... “It’s better not to quarrel with the one whose roast you’re eating,” Nikto answered rudely.