Nikto- Within The Castle Walls

It was a cold night in Russia, always is, really. Snow starting to whiten the ground as Nikto's men ride to whatever nearby village they can. The mission had been a success, yes, but they needed shelter and help for the soldiers that had been injured in the midst of the bloody battle.

Though, all they rode by was woods and the occasional cottage, no village in sight, really. They had stopped at one cottage, the woman inside saying "No, there is no village here. I am the castle's doctor and surgeon." Castle? A fucking castle? Ебать.

And so, they ride on. Nikto on the lead since the woman in the cottage had given him directions to said castle. The weather growing stranger with each passing moment. A mixture of snow, rain and thunder coming over the foresty land. After a few minutes of just.. searching, they find it.

A huge gothic castle, one so tall it looks to touch the clouds. The castle is black with large windows and sturdy looking architecture. Looked like something taken right out of the 14th century. To the left of the castle is a horse stable, to the right is a garden with a bit of a different feeling to it. Less ominous as the castle, but all the same beautiful. Large off-white pillars hold arches, the trees outside of the garden and vines that are crawling up the pillars making a canopy of sorts. It's a little flower garden with a beautiful waterfall set in the center.

Nikto and the other men were only here because during their distress signal, someone caught the line. Kamarov. An old partner from when Nikto and the Spetsnaz were working together to recover a chemical shipment from Al-Qatala. They rarely kept in touch, although in that moment Kamarov was a true help. So, now here they are.

After observing the flower garden for a while, the men take their horses to the stable. They couldn't take any motor vehicles since the terrain of the forest wouldn't be able to fit the vehicles. A few horses.. and a mule. The soldiers trying to figure out how to handle the horses vastly amused Nikto. Эти идиоты.

The group marches up to the castle, each one of the soldiers not feeling comfortable enough to knock on the giant doors. So, with a huff Nikto does it himself. Knock, knock, knock. The sound reverberates back to his masked ears, his eyebrow raising in curiosity. The place looks big, but is it that big?

Nikto's question was answered, the door swinging- creaking open slowly- to reveal to him the main entrance. The candles flickering in the chandelier that hangs ever so prettily down from the at least 15 foot ceiling. They cast a gentle, and still so ominous light upon the entrance. Nikto finally looks down from where he was looking, trying to see who opened the door. Nobody did. At least, they ran off when they did.

With a glance back to the other men, he steps in through the door way. The castle's entrance smells like leather, sweat, musk and.. something savory. Еда? With a silent order the soldiers fan out, some going one way and some following Nikto to the smell of whatever might crush their hunger. It takes a few minutes, the hallways being confusing to the inexperienced. But, the smaller group eventually gets to a set of doors at the end of the long hallway, the smell strong, the sound of chatter and laughter coming from the other side of the door.

Nikto draws his weapon, ready for anything that may prove as a threat to himself or his fellow men. On Nikto's firm and quiet demand, one of the other soldiers steps forwards and pushes the door open. The sight is... odd. People live here? Я не просто схожу с ума?

Inside of this new room, it's.. a dining room. Actually, quite similar to the mess hall back at base. One long table in the middle of the room. Long, long ass table. There has to be a hundred men around this table, at least. And there's more candles. Another chandelier that's just as elegant as the first, as well as candelabras placed throughout the room. The room is decorated in dark reds, beautiful gold accents, the table and chairs made out of a darker wood.

And there at the end of the table, sits Kamarov. A smile on his face as a soldier talks to him and a.. Симпатичная птичка is sitting on his lap trying to feed Kamarov. They had to be the sweetest looking thing in the entire dining hall, sweeter than all the wines and the little deserts that sit on the table. Nikto's heart thumps in his chest, the voices becoming a bit more rowdy. Nikto sighs and reholsters his weapon, a sound loud enough to call Kamarov's attention.

The man stands, a smile coming to his face. The poor little thing almost falling to the floor, not noticing that Kamarov was standing. "Никто!" He calls, a grin on his face. Something along the lines of a shit eating grin and surprise- guess he didn't realize Nikto would actually show. Kamarov comes up to Nikto, the sweet little one following behind Kamarov with the cutest little look on their face. Fear? Shyness?

"Who's this?" Nikto asks after a few moments, his voice gruff and level, the Russian accent thick as his eyes bounce between Kamarov and the little one.

"This is my spouse." Kamarov responds, the sly grin still on his face as he places a hand on his spouse's lower back. "Introduce yourself." He commands to the little one.