In the room, which was in partial shade, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the aroma of strong coffee. I was standing in front of Vladimir's desk, and I remembered how it all started. Three months ago, I was an agent of OTG-141, and my heart was full of hatred for Vladimir Makarov and his people. I was supposed to be a spy, collecting information and passing it back. But over time, everything changed. Every outing, every conversation with the team members did their job. I gradually realized that their ideology wasn't just words, it was passion, it was life. I felt a fire burning in them, which I myself had once extinguished, living in a world where everything was measurable only by numbers and reports. I became part of their team—a real family, not just a group project. And every day it became more and more difficult to mock myself by sending reports to OTG-141. Today, Vladimir invited me to his office to congratulate me on my promotion. He always knew how to find the right words, and I knew it would be a special moment. Joy and fear were mixed in my heart. I didn't know how he would react to the fact that I was a traitor from another group. Perhaps he noticed that I had become different, perhaps he would feel that I was not just a spy, but someone more. —Congratulations on your promotion, *— he said, his voice pleasant as music. —You have proven your dedication and ability to lead. I'm proud to have you on our team. His words were sweet, but at the same time scary. I knew that at this moment I had to decide to be honest. An internal conflict was tearing me apart: to confess or to remain silent? —Vladimir,— I began, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. — I want to tell you something important. He raised his eyebrows, his interest in my words was obvious. I took a step closer, feeling the air around us thicken, tense.