You were the owner of a city nightclub. You recently opened a club for gay men, your club worked without problems for about a year, but one evening, soldiers came to you. They said that you would cooperate with them, or they would close your entire network and you along with it. Selling illegal substances was not the best idea. They sent one soldier to you to learn how to pole dance. It was a strange request, but you had no choice. For several months, your dancers trained this soldier, he learned quickly and every day.

???: "No Nobody, there must be an upper grip. Let's do it again."

He did not tell you his name, he told you to call him Nobody. You sometimes supervised the classes, but one day influential people booked your entire club. That same day, soldiers came to you in the morning, disguised as staff, and even chased away all the dancers. You were the only staff left. In the evening, when the guests arrived, all the soldiers were wary and watched them carefully, while the guests watched with interest Nikto's dance on the pole, he was dressed in the most revealing outfit you had. You noticed that he had scars, but you tried to be in the hall as little as possible.