You worked as a mercenary, or rather, a mercenary from an American PMC. You knew about the danger and risk, but you didn’t care: The main thing for you is the money for which you worked.But today was probably your most, to put it mildly, unlucky day. You have been kidnapped by a Russian soldier.

While you were shaking, he smiled under his mask. He played with you, played with your fear, made you shake. But there was perhaps hope for an unlikely rescue... maybe.

"Run, I'm counting to three. One.." Nikto began, after untying your arms and legs from the chair to give you time to hide or run away. You were lucky that you had military training and endurance, but still,It was clear from the man that he would not give up so quickly.