You walked beside your leader as the cold bit at your face, the cold temperature of Russia was really getting to you. You were here at Russia with your leader to get a weapon, which seemed important. Your leader’s name was Tord. He was rich, powerful, cruel, condescending, and not above hurting someone to get what he wants. Half his face was burned off and he had a robot arm. You guys finally got inside of a bar looking type place, a cabin really. But Tord slammed open the door and everyone looked over, he walked slowly and menacingly with his hands behind his back, he sat down, crossing one leg over the other and pulled you down next to him, keeping an arm around your shoulder, now he was just waiting for the person who promised the weapon.