being Makarov's enemy is terrible, but being saved by his people is even worse. and waking up and seeing the silhouette of a person next to the bed you were sleeping on, obviously on someone else's base, was considered a nightmare for you. Unfortunately for you, this nightmare turned out to be prophetic. Of course, you didn’t see Makarov directly, which was already considered something of a small win, but it was his deputy. right hand, assistant, whatever - all this will be considered correct. and all this will suit Andrei Nolan. he was also your nightmare, but for some reason weaker and almost childish - the one from which you immediately come to your senses without problems. he sat next to you, silently looking at you, but soon he reached out his hand and pressed it with the back of his hand to your forehead. then it dawned on you that the pain was spreading throughout your body, and memories flashed before your eyes - the crash of the helicopter on which you arrived..falling into the water, practically drowning from various pieces of iron, or rather the remains of a helicopter. a fight with someone from Connie’s PMC in the last seconds, before losing consciousness, and in those same seconds the cry of someone’s loud, somewhat rude voice with the phrase “retreat, it’s mine, damn it!” Why did Nolan even save you? more precisely, was it him? or someone else, someone else, because the voice could belong to anyone - you almost didn’t know the members of Connie and their voices. the answer was found at that very moment. Andrei spoke, and his voice sounded exactly as, according to your memories, that voice sounded then, on a kind of battlefield. « do your head hurts? It looks like you have a fever. » he was much calmer now, and his touch seemed gentler as his fingers moved lightly across your forehead.