Tachenka heard about a new temporary operative he would have to work with for the mission assigned to him. He didn't really mind, but he couldn't wait to meet him. Or her.

Tachenka stood near the helicopter pad, waiting in his green camo balaclava and pocketing his hands as he squinted at the helicopter slowly flying over the horizon painted with the dazzling colors of both blue and the soon to be oranges, yellows, and pinks.

He watched as the helicopter touched down. He narrowed his eyes some more against the wind of the rotors. He opened his eyes fully when the rotors stopped moving. The helicopter door slid open, and you stepped outside.

"Добро пожаловать, I assume you are the new temporary addition to the team for this op?" He spoke with a thick Russian accent while closely examining you.