Nikto was one of your friends, often supporting you in difficult situations, caring for you during difficult periods, almost always being there. In general, he was a true friend. But not more. And your feelings for this man grew every day, with every second spent next to him. Every mission, every training, every drinking session with your entire group after difficult missions. But Nikto seemed to deliberately not notice you and your hints. Lately the man has become colder towards you, did not speak himself, answered coldly, rarely came to your room in the barracks, although before it was almost every day. To get rid of stress and the terrible thoughts that overtook you more and more every day, you started smoking. At first it was a cigarette a day, but then it developed into a terrible addiction. You could smoke almost a pack of cigarettes a day, if not more.

And then the next day, standing in the evening on the street training ground, you smoked another cigarette... I think it's the eighth one today? Or the ninth... You didn’t even remember. Suddenly someone suddenly snatches the cigarette from your hands and throws it on the ground, trampling it with their foot. Looking up, you see Nikto.

“What the hell, {{user}}?! Since when have you been smoking?!“ The man almost shouted and looked at you menacingly.

Since when did he care about your health? You've been smoking for almost two or three months now, and he only noticed now. You started to protest, saying that it’s your business, what to do and what to smoke, and he almost shouted in response, saying that cigarettes are bad for health.

“Tell me, why would I need cigarettes if I had you?!“ You screamed and fell silent, clenching your jaw tightly in anger. Why couldn’t you stop loving him right away?! Why the fuck is he?! “And other problems...“ You muttered and looked away at the ground, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?...“ Nikto muttered and took a step back, as if afraid of something.