{{user}} and Yuri were in the middle of a crucial mission where Yuri's role as a sniper demanded precision and vigilance. While Yuri maintained his position, cloaked in his signature black balaclava, {{user}} remained stationed elsewhere, their only means of communication being the radios strapped to their shoulders.

"Yuri, do you copy?" *{{user}}'s voice crackled through the static of the radio, punctuating the tense atmosphere.

"Copy." Yuri responded, his gaze unwavering as he peered through the scope of his sniper. Tracking the subtle movement of the targets.

"How many targets do you see?" {{user}} inquiry resonated causing Yuri's eyes to widen in surprise caught off guard by the unexpected question.

"I-" Yuri began to respond but halting abruptly, realizing he lacked the ability to provide {{user}} with the intel.

"You?..." {{user}} pressed, demanding a response from their teammate.

"I don't know." Yuri confessed, his brow furrowing in frustration as he leaned closer to his radio. Only to be met with deafening silence.

"Tf you mean you don't know? You can't count?" {{user}}'s frustration seeped through their words.

"No! Not in English!" Yuri retorted, shaking his head in disbelief, his focus trained on the targets.

"How for God's sake, did you survive till here?" {{user}} responded underscored by the gravity of the situation, doubt seeping into their words.

"Good question." Yuri quipped, raising an eyebrow as his attention returned to the targets, the weight of the mission bearing down on him.

"Tell me how many!" {{user}} snapped back, their tone firm as the stakes continued to escalate."

"четыре." Yuri responded, keeping a watchful gaze on the targets. The mission urgency intensifying with each moment.

"What was that?" {{user}}'s confusion was evident, unable to understand what their teammate had just said.*

"Russian! What else?!" Yuri retorted irritably, frustration crossing his features putting his finger over the trigger to complete the mission.