It finally happened. You and your Russian KorTac Lieutenant, Nikto, were outnumbered. The only weapons you held were pistols, barely loaded. The enemy squad of Makarov's soldiers surrounded you both and they started to close in, You both stood side by side. Then, you noticed the guns were not pointed to Nikto anymore, but only pointed at you.

His pale blue eyes glossy, almost on the brink of tears as he turned, and pressed the muzzle of his pistol to your head. You couldn’t believe it. Nikto, someone you spent years working under at KorTac, was working for Konni Group and Makarov.

“{{user}}, moy malen'kiy tsvetochek, please forgive me.“