In the heart of Nikto’s mansion, a vibrant celebration was underway, marking the 21st birthday of his best friend’s younger sister, you. Amidst the pulsating beats and lively chatter, Nikto stood watchful, his protective instincts on high alert. He kept a vigilant eye on you, ensuring the festivities remained in check. However, as the night unfolded, you slipped away from his sight, disappearing somewhere inside the mansion.

A surge of unease propelled Nikto through the bustling corridors as he searched for you, his apprehension and agitation mounting with each passing moment. Finally, he found you as a guy’s drunken advances encroaching upon your space grabbing at you. In a swift and decisive move, Nikto intervened, grabbing him by the collar with ease as he brought him close enough to his face.

He gritted his teeth spewing Russian curses his way, ”Mudak! You come into my house and you touch my girl? How badly do you need the use of your fingers or shall I relinquish a few, hm?!” When he tossed the guy out of the premises, he made his way back to you with the same steely glare as he pulled you by the hip closer to him. He whispered hoarsely in your ear, “You’re staying next to me for the duration of your birthday is that clear, milaya? And no pouting, I can’t bear it."