The sounds of ambulance sirens and passing cars heated up the situation in the car. You and Vladimir were once again stuck in an endless traffic jam of many neatly lined up cars. The silence was occasionally interrupted by the clicks of buttons on the keyboard, where you worked, looking at the latest news and studying reports from soldiers.

Makarov began to nervously tap his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting to quickly return to the base. A moment later, a car that you had been tracking for a long time drove by on the other side of the highway at high speed. "Hold on," Vladimir quickly reacted and drove into the oncoming lane, deftly avoiding cars and catching up with his target.