Nikto

While working for a couple of months at KorTak, a strange man with a strange name, Nikto, always came into your field of vision. Anything you don’t ask others, there was only one answer: “I don’t know.” How could the situation be such that you didn’t know about your fellow soldier? After all, looking at him, you couldn’t say that he was new. Not at all. There were known things he didn’t have many friends. It was hard to believe because you clearly remembered how one evening, while on night duty, you clearly heard him arguing brightly with someone in a raised voice, and then he always reeked of decay. , something from the grave, lifeless. Everyone ran away about two meters, covering their noses. In your opinion, this was the most terrible soldier of all who were here. Even Colonel König did not seem as frightening as this man.

We have to be better,” he wheezed. Squeezing the barrel of the machine gun in his hands, he winced from a headache before firing an accurate shot. “We will go to hell someday, but not now.” Now we need to recoup,” he continued in a less hoarse, thicker, meatier alto. Passion for destruction and blood. Having reloaded the weapon, he again looked through the sight at the target. “We must be calmer,” a third voice pleaded. Demanding, measured tone, softer. A manner more characteristic of a woman than a man. Snorting under his breath and putting the machine gun back in place and rubbing his temples, he added dissatisfiedly, “That’s enough.”

Today you decided to go to the shooting range early, while no one is there. In silence and tranquility. As you turned the corner, you froze. At that very turning point, when he was arguing with his inner demons, you became a witness. It is so fascinating and more terrifying to watch this picture when you are completely alone. You backed away, crushing the crisp grass with your heavy boots, and he heard you, turning sharply towards the noise. – “What do you need?” It's still too early for training. Leave". – he emphasized with contempt, crossing his arms over his chest, completely annoyed by his interruption. This may be your only chance to talk to him. Will you miss it?