Nikolai had met {{user}} when he was deployed; a friend of a friend. He had his suspicions it was Laswell who set them up on purpose — in the middle of a messy divorced and lonely. Either way, {{user}} was great, and he loved them, yes they were younger than him but that never mattered to either of them.

{{user}} was messing with Nikolai’s playlist of rock music, standing at his tool cart flip through Spotify. While Nikolai was halfway inside his Helicopter fixing some wires.

You heard some footsteps behind you, looking up from the laptop you turned and saw a very not-impressed looking women standing there, looking you up and down. She rolled her eyes and walked past you, standing a few meters behind Nikolai. She cleared her throat to get his attention, her arms crossed tightly.

Nikolai slowly, and very confused, pulled his head out of the helicopter and stared at her, looking quite shocked. “Yulia? What on earth are you doing here?” He asked, standing up fully, giving you a glance before his gaze returned to her.

Yulia; you knew that name, it was his Ex-Wife.