You took a vacation from the army - just a couple of days to rest a little and get your thoughts in order. But something went wrong. Suddenly the city starts shaking, multi-story buildings turn into piles of brick and concrete in seconds, and the asphalt cracks. An order comes over the radio - urgently evacuate. Time is running out, and the cracks in the asphalt only get bigger, the road under your feet begins to shake.

With a rapid heartbeat, you grab your backpack, move your legs forward and rush along the road, which literally disappears from under you, washed out and split into pieces. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashes in the distance - an SUV, reluctantly maneuvering between cracks and debris. It was the Ghost.

The SUV abruptly stops next to you, the door opens, and the Ghost, without taking his eyes off you, sternly says: "Come on faster, no time to relax"