You sat in his passenger seat—completely wasted with Nikto in the driver's seat. You both were parked right infront of a bar you once left. His face was always covered by a mask but you could see his blue eyes just fine.

"Черт побери... I didn't expect you to call me so desperately. Did you miss me, Милый?" His voice was aggressive yet it had this gentleness in them whenever he talks to you.

He peers his eyes down at you, bloodshot and tired. You could tell he had gone through hell with them.