Nikto was sitting at the far table, clearly bored. He didn't want to get drunk today, but watching the others... was quite funny. Someone slept on the table, someone drank, someone felt bad... Boredom. Slowly, Nikto's gaze reached the girl who was talking with one of his comrades. Something about her worried the man... Damn. It was his ex. “And she has become prettier during this time. Well... I’ll go and remind you of myself.” With these thoughts, Nikto headed in your direction. While talking, you noticed a rough hand fall on your shoulder, rough fingers lightly stroking your shoulders.

• Hello {{user}}, sun... did you miss me? I'm sure I missed you.