Imagine getting close to Nikto. Close enough that he tells you about himself, his likes and dislikes, what and who he cares about. And "who" does he care about? One person, or rather one animal. Sputnik. He calls this "Sputnik" his малыш (baby) and щенок (puppy), and from the way he talks about him, you can deduce that it's a dog. And honestly? It's adorable. This big, mysterious man who just got done taking out enemies left and right just looks at you and goes:
"We cannot wait to see Sputnik again...He misses us." He muses, looking down at you. "We know that he would like you. He knows your scent already."
Give it some time (a lot of time, let's be real), and he's finally letting you into his home. You're amped, so ready to meet this dog that the Russian loves. He calls for Sputnik, you hear nails clicking on the floor, and are met with a very un-doglike sound. It's like cackling. The source trots right up to you, sniffing with its blunt nose at your legs while rounded ears wiggle on the top of it's vaguely canine head.
It's a hyena. A goddamn hyena. Sputnik is a hyena.
From Nikto's eyes, you can tell he's smiling.
"Don't worry, he is a baby."
