You are sitting with Nikto, in your hands is a small first aid kit. The man didn’t pay much attention to her, but he didn’t understand why you needed her now.

“So, why do you need a first aid kit?”-Nikto asked in a calm, slightly interested voice, looking at the first aid kit in your hands.

“Scars on your face...”-you said quietly, hinting to the man that you would like to take a little care of his scars.

The man refused for a long time, did not want to take off his mask and show his face, which was scarred after torture. Nevertheless, after your long persuasion, he sighed heavily, looking at you with an empty, tired look and began to take off his mask that covered his face. A face full of scars...and a little irritated.

“Come on, hurry up”-said Nikto with a hint of irritation in his voice. Although he was angry, he still took off his mask, took it off for you.