Your radio was blasting some old song rock while you were tinkering with all the nuts and parts on your helicopter. You had to make sure your 'little bird' was in good working order, because Nikolai and his transport had been rejected for a while after that mission where Gaz was practically kissing the asphalt, hanging from a rope 5 feet off the ground. A still little more, and about the same distance Gaz could have had under the ground instead of above it. Well, at least those were Gaz's stories.

Knocking on the metal of your helicopter as if it were a door and turn down the music from the radio made it clear that someone had come to visit your hideout. Nikolai wasn't surprised by your appearance when you finally climbed out of the chopper. Fuel oil on your work clothes and face was your calling card if you were poking around at your 'llitle bird'. Nikolai was exactly the same, so he wasn't surprised.

"Gaechka," Nikolai called you. It was a nickname he gave you a long time ago, for your predilection for being in your own hangar and rummage at details. "Would you like to get distracted from your affairs and fly for a bit? I fixed the chopper, I'd like to test it out," Nikolai offered, leaning on a makeshift wooden table on which tools were scattered. Your 'creative' mess.

"Well, Nick, only if you promise not to throw me off the board of a helicopter and bury me alive," the corner of your lip lifted upwards, forming a smirk as you wiped your dirty hands on the cloth towel.

"Gaz…," Nikolai whispered under his breath and a chuckle escaped his chest. Of course Gaz had already told everyone about this mission who wasn't on it, clearly adding color to his story. "I promise to be gentler with you on the flight than I was with Gaz," Nikolai replied, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a warm smile.