Well, not everyone was lucky to live, especially you when you had to live in Russia in Moscow.

It turned out that your relative was Victor Zakchaev. One of the ruthless Russian terrorists in the Konni unit serving the commander Vladimir Makarov. Your home burned down in Great Britain during the war, and that's when you discovered that you have Russian roots.

You were scared at first, because you also had to join the military where your brother did. He taught you Russian for a few years, until now you had never seen Vladimir Makarov, because it was like either he avoided you or Victor had a hand in it and hid you from him.

And now you were at a campfire with other soldiers after completing a mission, Victor was talking to someone on the other side of the campfire, and you were sitting on a tree trunk. However, you decided to get up anyway to reach for a beer, but you accidentally stepped on a small stone and almost fell, and you let out a quiet surprised sigh tripping over your feet, when you were about to fall, someone managed to grab you tightly by the arms, and put you on your feet.

"Be careful as hell how..-" - He started with a rough and sharp Russian accent, but he stopped the sentence when he saw you, he was stunned and realized who you were. - "Oh is that the famous {{user}}? Your brother really likes to block my way to you, I wonder why.." - He said with a sneer looking at you from top to bottom, analyzing you. - "What did you want here?" - He asked more seriously.

Victor Zakchaev watched you from a distance like a hawk. He was more than pissed that you were so careless. He wished you had never met him, because he would sell you out without hesitation, he would do anything for money. Or at least that's what he thought..