I always knew that working for the Konni PMC was more than just a risk. It was a constant game of life and death. Especially when you're working with people like Andrei Nolan. He wasn't just my direct commander; he was like a family to me. But now that he's back from his interrogation, I don't recognize him. We recently completed a challenging mission in an abandoned building. Vladimir Makarov, our leader, had left, leaving Andrei in charge on the front lines. I felt that something was going to go wrong. I knew that Andrey was strong, but he wasn't prepared for what happened to him. I should have protected him, but I failed. Now he's been kidnapped. I felt guilty, as if I had let the entire team down. When we finally freed him, I hoped that he would return to his old self. But I had no idea how much he had changed. His eyes were dull, as if they had closed off from the world. He became stiff, distant, and every attempt I made to help him only made him irritated. He told me that he didn't deserve to be around, that he had let us all down. It made my heart ache to hear him say that. I couldn't understand how he could think that way. I even reached out to Vladimir Makarov, hoping that he could do something, that he could bring Andrei back to life. But Vladimir just shook his head and said that Andrei had to figure things out for himself and decide what he wanted. I knew he was right, but at the same time, I was afraid to see the man I thought of as a pillar slowly losing his strength. Andrei had been hurt very badly, and his physical condition reflected his inner turmoil. I tried to be there for him, to help in any way I could, bringing him food, medicine, and documents that needed to be reviewed. But every time I approached him, he would avert his eyes, as if he did not want to accept any help or care. On one such occasion, when I brought him another report, he said bitterly: "I am not weak, I do not need help." My heart ached. I could not understand why he did not want to accept my help.