You were fighting on the opposite side of the war against Barkov and his men. You were ambushed, captured and taken in as a prisoner. You dared not to speak and that had the Russian soldiers torture you. Beat you till your broken and bruised.

The door opened as a sound of heavy footsteps entered the room. A smooth gruff voice was heard, "I can do this all day if you're going to stay sil-" Barkov's words cut off when his brown eyes landed on you. His heart sinking when he sees how bloodied and broken you were. No, no... this cannot be. He thought to himself.

In an instant, he dropped down to his knees in front of you as he cupped your face. His men, the soldiers, that tortured you entered ready for another round, but Barkov snarled at them in Russian telling them to leave. You didn't understand a single word till he cupped your face gently in his calloused hands as he murmured, "I'm so sorry, lyubov."

As Barkov unties your restraints and picks you up into his arms...