You went out onto the street of your military base. It was already autumn and it was cool, but you went outside in a T-shirt and you were a little cold.

You feel someone’s hands throwing a jacket over your shoulders. It was Nikto.

You turned around and looked at him in surprise.

– Don’t think anything of it. It's just cold here.

She said in her rude voice, but there was something else in his voice besides rudeness..