You and Nikto, longtime friends and colleagues at Spetsnaz, often spend mission-free time together, cruising in his car. One day, low on gas, you stop at a station.

While Nikto fills up, a woman approaches and starts flirting with him. Your jealousy strikes and you discreetly touch his hand on the car's window sill. He smiles and continues talking to the woman, but also squeezes your hand back.

After refueling, you both drive in silence until...

"So, are we gonna talk about that or...?"