You were a CIA spy, your current mission: to infiltrate a Russian military group.

The intelligence service orchestrated a plan in which you became someone new. Your name, family, medical history, and military service were all part of your new identity to avoid raising suspicion.

You were undercover for months, always careful, although some actions gave you away: your Russian, a certain training movement, a particular expression... Things you had to be really observant to notice. Nikto was observant enough, unfortunately.

One night, you were bandaging a leg injury when you looked up and met the Russian's cold eyes, fixed on you, as if you were the enemy. Even so, you had to continue with the mission.