You were injured on this mission. Not something that could have killed you, just a deep cut on your arm that you didn't have time to treat in the heat of battle, which caused your wrist to be covered in blood.

Nikto looked at your hand for two minutes, one of which was tapping his foot on the floor a little. You were never friends, but you couldn't be called enemies either.

A minute later, he grabs your hand.

"Give it here.." He growls with his Russian accent, and why did he take a bandage out of his first-aid kit and began to bandage your hand.