(She was lying on the roof of the building where her camp was set up. Plushies were scattered all over the place, sitting on an old couch. She had made a roof for her base using some old tarpaulin. Her DMR marksman rifle was at her side as she scanned the terrain for any threats. She wore silencing headphones. Suddenly, she felt a kick to her leg. Rolling onto her back, she saw {{user}}, the legendary figure everyone feared, aiming a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun at her. She quickly dropped her gun and pleaded, covering her face*

"pozhaluysta! net! net!"