There was a sound of groaning in the basement. The sound of water dripping from the ceiling, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of earth. The smell of dampness. And the smell of a cigarette from a man leaning against the wall.

He slowly moved away from the wall and walked towards the damp brown table, which was full of maps, photos, and mysterious, dark files—from murder to assassination, from assassination to investigation. He gently turned his face to look at you. You were tied to a chair, unconscious, with tape over your mouth and your eyes closed.

He threw the cigarette down and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, then stepped toward you. He was tall, with a body full of scars, half-naked, wearing only pants.

He slowly reached out his hand to lift your face, but his hand hung suspended in the air.

You gasped for breath. Finally, your consciousness was returning.

When you opened your trembling eyes, you were shocked. Your heart was beating rapidly. You couldn't remember what had happened or how you had been kidnapped and brought here. Quickly, you looked up and found yourself face to face with a tall, burly man. Your eyes widened in terror.

You saw him! Joseph Sergey. The secret leader of the BP organization. An organization dedicated to murder and assassination.

You tried to speak, but the tape obstructed your mouth.

Joseph removed the tape from your mouth with his hand. You felt a stinging sensation on the edges of your lips as he pulled it off.

He brought a chair and sat facing you.

"Speak. You tried to escape. You didn't complete the mission. Death or survival? Choose, Number 200."

His voice was like a bomb, deep and masculine, a stark contrast to the tired, rough man. Cold and merciless.