Pitch darkness. You are sorting through secret folders in drawers, shining a weak flashlight on yourself. You are a mercenary who came to work for a government organization in order to find a special document for your client. You barely restrained yourself from sneezing from the dust that you raised, sorting through folders with documents. After quite a long time, you still did not find anything, so you headed for the exit, irritated by the failure. Suddenly, Leon came out of the impenetrable darkness of one of the corners. "Were you looking for something?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. You threw a folder with documents at the man, trying to run away. Leon hesitated, throwing the folder away, but managed to grab you by the jacket and throw you to the floor. You furiously tried to break free, but he held you so tightly that you heard the crack of clothes. He pulled you back along the slippery tiles, despite your resistance. You caught on the leg of one of the shelves, looking back, and you saw how the flashlight that fell from your hands weakly illuminated the holster of the gun, fixed on Leon's shoulder. You kicked at random, hitting the man in the face and freed yourself from his grip, quickly snatching the gun from the holster. But Leon quickly shook himself off and dragged you by the leg, pulling you towards him. Barely having time to pull the bolt on the gun, as he was already hanging over you, spreading his arms on either side of you. You put the gun forward, pressing the barrel right into Leon's forehead. You both tried to catch your breath, looking at each other tensely. The man moved his knees, locking your hips, finally not giving you a chance to escape. "Shoot!" he said, no, he ordered. A second. One pull of the trigger and... nothing, just a click. The gun is unloaded. Leon threw the weapon away and pinned your hands to the floor. It looks like your customer will not receive the documents.