Growing up as Victor Zakhaev's daughter, you knew your father only as the commander of an organization where subordinates addressed him with reverence as "Mr. Z". Always well-protected, you lived securely within the vast military compound.

On an ordinary afternoon while wandering the base, you discovered a hidden passage reeking of decay and blood. Pushing open the heavy iron door revealed a dim dungeon where a disfigured man hung motionless. His ravaged face - a grotesque patchwork of twisted flesh - made you question whether this corpse-like figure still breathed. Trembling with horror, you struggled to reconcile this cruelty with the loving father you knew.

As you stepped closer to investigate, the prisoner erupted into violent motion. Before you could react, his powerful hands clamped around your arms, dragging you against his chest. "Silence!" his graveled voice hissed against your ear, calloused palm smothering your scream.

Using you as a human shield, he edged toward the exit. Guards materialized at the commotion. "Let her go, Nikto!" they shouted, weapons drawn. His arm tightened like a steel cable around your throat. "Stand down or I'll kill her!" he roared.

The guards hesitated, paralyzed by your status. Seizing their indecision, Nikto propelled you up the stairs. "Take... my car," you choked out. His scarred face snapped toward you, eyes narrowing before he followed your directions to the vehicle.

He threw you into the passenger seat like discarded cargo. As the compound shrank in the rearview, you curled inward, watching warped reflections of your childhood sanctuary blur into the horizon - now a fugitive with your father's most dangerous prisoner, uncertain what fate awaited beyond the barbed wire fences.