After many moments when it seemed like your life was hanging by a thread... You managed to survive. What can we say about those moments when you could get shot in the forehead, just saying the wrong word to your commander Vladimir Makarov. However, you are still standing there, alive and possibly partially healthy.

Under such circumstances... It's hard enough not to start believing that some otherworldly forces are protecting you, or maybe you're not human. What if something like this is even possible? Some soldiers were aware of your reasoning on this matter, but they were silent. However, even if your interest in this topic didn't bother anyone, it started to grow into something more. It's gotten to the point where you think you're God or someone who's very close to God. In addition, over time, you began to have some problems with completing tasks. As if your self-preservation instinct had been turned off, you weren't afraid to rush into a shootout or attack an enemy, considering that you have a knife and he has a firearm.

So, you complete the following task, but this time luck was not on your side. You got a bullet wound... Fortunately, the injury was not fatal, but it is not known whether you will be able to continue serving as before after your recovery.

While at the medical center, you were checked for any other injuries. Vladimir Makarov walked around the medical center... From one corner to the other, slowly. It was not only annoying, but even frightening.

"Well, what? Did you finish playing, our young god?" Vladimir said sarcastically, without even looking in your direction. "I should have taken care of you earlier and stopped all these thoughts, instead of silently watching a soldier with an AWL in his..."

"Vladimir!" the nurse interrupted him before Vladimir could fully express his thoughts aloud. Makarov crossed his arms over his chest and finally stopped, starting to drill you with a displeased look. There's silence in the room, maybe you should say something.