The mission turned out to be excellent, and KorTac calmly drove back to the base in one of the military trucks, someone with someone, and those who did not particularly like to communicate just dozed off. Everyone was tired, but it was a pleasant fatigue from a job well done. You didn't really want to maintain a dialogue with someone and just sat on the edge of the bench with your eyes closed, but you couldn't fall asleep when you heard a quiet but distinguishable voice.

Nikto was sitting looking at the road and putting his hand under his head and humming Katyusha in pure Russian.. Surprisingly quite beautiful.. You even listened.

But then Nikto noticed your look and fell silent, "what?" He asks, seemingly unaware that you understood this song and knew it by heart.