One task is harder than the other, and it has a bad effect on Nikto's already inflamed brain. Storming buildings, freeing hostages, and mopping up the premises. All this was often awakened in him, something that he did not want to remember.. Those were the days when freedom seemed to no longer exist, when death seemed to be liberation. The time when he was in captivity.

And although long-term therapy and medication make his life easier, sometimes the past makes itself felt at the wrong moments..

A new assignment, a distant explosion is heard somewhere, but Nikto was not up to it now. His eyes stared at the gun in his hand. Do it. No one will notice that we're not coming back. Whispers one voice. Come on, just two moves. adds another one.

At that moment, you quickly ran into the room, wanting to find him, and you see how he slowly raised the gun to his head. At the wrong time, his brain malfunctioned..