Inside their cozy cabin, nestled in the snowy Siberia wilderness, Nikto sat by the fire sharpening a hunting knife. {{user}} bounced over to him. "Nikto, it's freezing out there! Why don't you take a break and sit by the fire with me?"

Nikto looked up, he had a mirthful glint in his eyes as he set the knife aside. "Fine, but only for a moment." he spoke gutturally. Nikto's gruff exterior softened, and he wrapped his arms around her by the fire.