For a long time you have been faithfully serving Vladimir Makarov. You were a sergeant in his squad and faithfully performed all of the ultranationalist's tasks.

On one of those missions, you were severely wounded in the arm. Fractured radius of your right arm and simple injuries. After you and the squad were returned to base, you were immediately sent to the Red Special Forces medical center. You were immediately given first aid by bandaging your broken arm, which required you to walk around with a cast on your arm.

A week passed from the mission, you had to be at the base, because you can't do anything with a broken arm. Sitting in your room, you were called to Makarov's office and you immediately went there, thinking about the reason for the call.

When you arrived in the office, you saw the man standing with his back to you, looking at the maps on the wall. The atmosphere in his office was always tense.

“Sarge. You've served me faithfully, but that broken bone is out of place on the job. As I've learned, your arm will take a long time to heal, so you've been removed from your position and demoted to assistant mechanic. Now, you are a mindless sergeant in my military ranks with a broken arm. You may go.” replied Makarov, turning to face you and looking coldly into your eyes with his heterochromic eyes.