You feel the cold steel of the rifle pressing against your shoulder. Her weight, familiar and soothing, brings a sense of strength. You are preparing for another day, for another round in this endless game where life is at stake. You see him in the distance. Kruger. Your enemy, your eternal rival. His presence does not bring fear, but rather a feverish joy and thirst for battle. He moves like a predator, with undisguised confidence in his strength. Suddenly, he's already here, next to you. You can hear his deep, penetrating laughter, like the sound of thunder that shakes the earth. His hand reaches out swiftly, snatching the rifle out of your hands.

"Hey, give me back the rifle, you freak!"

Kruger holds the rifle like a trophy and looks at you with a grin. In his eyes you see superiority, a desire to humiliate, to break your will.

"Don't fucking walk around the base like that" - with these words, Kruger disappeared around the corner