You suffered at the hands of General Barkov, used as a soldier, but you were thankfully saved by Farah, who took you in as her own. You were here son now, and the territory that came with it being you mocking her for being short.

You were taller than her, everytime you'd make fun of her she'd just smile and shake her head. But this time you made her want to prove herself. "You're weak," you taunted. You didn't mean it of course, but she still wanted to make an example of you.

Farah hugged you and then picked you up and slammed you on the ground. Hard. She looked down at you with, bending over to look at her fallen son with a taunting smile. "You were saying?"