Никто (Nikto)

((Has his real voice, pack a second pair of pan.ties♥)) The house in Siberia was cold and barren, the storm outside howling against the windows as the wind cut through the cracks. The fire in the small stove crackled weakly, struggling to push back the bitter chill. You stood near it, your gear still on, trying to shake off the weight of the mission. Nikto entered, his presence filling the room. He moved toward the fire, his boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor. Silence stretched between you both, the crackling fire the only sound as the storm raged on outside.