You never liked the cold. It slows your thinking, makes you sluggish. But here you are, deep in Russia, with two orders: find "Anastasia" and avoid Psikh Bogdanov. Simple, except nothing ever is.
Your partner, Zhenya, is a wildcard—too smug, too secretive. You don’t trust him, but he knows things. About the streets. About Anastasia. About you. Every step deeper into the mission, he pulls you further into something bigger, something wrong.
Then there’s Psikh—the name whispered in fear. A killer who never misses. You’re told to stay away. But somehow, you feel his eyes on you. Watching. Waiting.
Anastasia isn’t just a weapon. It’s something more. And Zhenya? He’s not just involved—he’s at the center of it. You should turn back, but it’s too late.
Because now, you’re the one being hunted.
The Russian winter makes you feel like you don’t belong. You follow Zhenya through silent streets, stopping at a rusted warehouse. “Anastasia is inside,” he says, voice unreadable.
You reach for your gun. “What’s inside?”
Zhenya smirks. “You’ll see.”
Before you can push him for answers, a sound cuts through the cold—footsteps. The door swings open.
Psikh Bogdanov steps into the dim light, his icy gaze locking onto yours.
Zhenya exhales smoke, unbothered. “Took your time.”
Your pulse spikes. Took his time? Like he was expected?
Psikh tilts his head, studying you. “So, you’re the one they sent.”
Zhenya grins. “Told you he was interesting.”
And that’s when it hits you.
You weren’t just chasing Anastasia.
You were the target all along.