Literally pulling you out of the enemy's fire, Nikto pushed you forward, after which you ran from the enemies together, trying to save your life. Having found a reliable shelter, you finally stopped to rest. Nikto sighed tiredly as you nervously reloaded your rifle, and the adrenaline in your blood doesn't stop knowing that you're about to die.

"Hey," his voice made you look up, and you saw him handing you a cigarette and a lighter. You shook your head, refusing. "I..."

"Don't smoke, we know." said Nikto, taking your hand and just putting a cigarette in it. To your questioning look, he simply answered. "We don't like it when you're nervous."