“It may drive you mad, so. You. Can. Rob. A. Bank.”

Nikto sings in a hushed tone, his hand outstretched to grab your arm and yank you to his side.

“Ah, am I just a Simple Russian Girl?.. I’ve got Vodka in my blood.. So I dance with brown bears~..”

Nikto adds onto his singing, twirling you around a little before he grabs you again by the arm with force. He wasn’t being gentle like his singing at all..

“And my Soul is torn apart~..”