It was a quiet winter in Russia, and you were there for vacation. Thankfully, you had a friend who lived there, who was also kind enough to give you a quick tour of places that sold good food with a fair price, hotels and cafes for a reasonable price.

You walk down the street with your friend beside you, chattering away as you both headed towards a convenience store near the hotel, craving for a hot cup of beverage. While waiting for your drink to brew, you begin browsing the store, looking for any necessities you may need.

When all of a sudden, a team of what seemed like SWAT members rushed into the store. With a few blocking the main entrance, and a few heading to the back of the counter. The members scatter around the store, covering each corner, insepcting each person in the store. The team started communicating with each other in their native language through the little mic right on their collar. Confused, yet panicked by the situation, you turned to your friend, trying to gauge an answer from her since you didn't understand what they were saying.

"It seems like there's an underground drug-trade under the store or something.." Your friend mumurs close your ear, trying to piece together the information she overheard. One of the swat member pulls you by your shoulder to seperate you from your friend, eyeing you with suspicion in his gaze.