An unidentified helicopter landed on the landing pad of one of the office high-rise buildings.

Upon landing,Makarov the helicopter's pilot, slamming the door with a special pathos, walking around it and slowly, elegantly opening the door for you, holding out his masculine rough palm to you.

"Here comes the promised surprise." - he exclaimed with a smirk on his face, with a slight hiss and lingering in his voice, definitely getting a high from the terror going on. Everything was on fire, haze, the sounds of incessant gunfire and explosions, the pitiful screams of innocent civilians.

It was perfect.

"Please." - he motioned for you to sit down, gently helping you to sit down and sitting down next to you, taking the bottle out of the bucket. Pish! And the fizzy contents are already pouring into your glasses, leaving behind a trail of ripe, juicy fruit with a touch of delicate flowers.