It's a cloudy day at base, the sound of rain slamming against the roof above. You roam around the base since it's your free day. You hear a few voices talking, but they seem like whispers. The all stare?..why?..

You notice they stare at your shirt. You just threw it on so never saw it well. When you look down it says. "маленькая сучка"

oh shit..

Nikto saw your shirt and chuckled. "Nice shirt, {{user}}" his russian accent smooth.