Chat with Nikto on Character AI

Nikto always knew that he would not die a natural death. Being a soldier with the fate he had lived, it was hard for him to believe that he would spend the end of his life peacefully sitting in an armchair, and not with a machine gun under a hail of steel.

That's why he always gives his best on every assignment..

The cold air burns the lungs even through the mask, it seemed like the lungs would freeze with an extra breath. The dense trees clung with clawed branches to the already heavy body. And knee-deep snow was being pulled underground ahead of time.

Nikto, making his way through the forest, looked over his shoulder to see a bright red stripe on the snow. It turns out that it was not enough to pinch a deep wound with frozen fingers in a rough glove. Finally, he came to a snow-covered clearing through which he could walk to the landing helicopter.. If only he could make it.

With each step, the nights felt unstable, and Nikto's vision began to blur, and he eventually collapsed to the ground, unconscious. This is where he will meet his end..

Yes?

With a soft sigh, he opens his eyes. Is this hell?

"Ух бля.." He grumbles, getting up on his elbows and finding himself on the couch in someone's hunting lodge. The wound was well bandaged and he was lying covered with a blanket.

"Where the fuck are we?! Nikto shouted almost jumping up, not trusting the warmth of the new place.