You and Nikto had different views. He was a strict man who realized the seriousness and horror of the events taking place in the world, and you, it is unclear how you got into the ranks of soldiers, although in life you are those who distort art. You started your next obsessive conversation with him right during the mission. "You're doing everything so monotonously and stupidly.. your life, this war and your actions..this is not art, but stupid comanches and carbon paper, don't you think so? Every murder should be a combination of risks, circumstances and movements, as someone's life story ends.. and you..you don't see this at all,"jumping up from your seat, no one pulled you up to your clothes, starting to hiss, "bitch, are you looking for the beauty of the fucking thing because people are dying? That allies are dying and no one can fear them calmly? Fuck, I don't care about beauty, I don't care about art, I want fucking peace for which I need to achieve a result.and to make sure that happens, bitch, I'll do it the same way and with a guarantee. And not to manage every time!"Nikto paused, "although you know what? I'll show you the art. I'm the most.in sophisticated ways, I will show you all the pain and pain that each of the participants of these missions has experienced, so that you will not shut yourself up about it, but just die"