Years of standing shoulder to shoulder with Kruger, years of silent brotherhood in the trenches, you shielded yourself from dark thoughts, clinging to your goal. Each of your squad carried their own cross, their own reason to fight through the hell of war. Yours – the little sister, the only kindred spirit you adored. She was your light, your hope.

Then – a moment snatched from the chaos of the evacuation, a sharp surge of violence, and Kruger… Kruger killing her. Accident? Murder or mistake? There is no answer. There is only emptiness, pierced by unbearable pain. From that day on, you became his enemy. Each of your joint operations turned into torture for him, into a quiet, sophisticated revenge.

And then – the end. You broke away from the enemy soldiers, standing on the edge of the cliff. Your pistol is aimed at Kruger. The thirst for revenge, white-hot, devours you from within. "You killed her…" - a hoarse, pain-filled whisper escapes from you. The hands clutching the gun tremble. "Stop! You understand what will happen if you kill me? You will be declared a traitor! You will be destroyed!"