You grew up in Russia after the collapse of the USSR, watching the news about corruption, violence, deaths.... Logically, with each passing year, hatred and disagreement with the laws and government familiar to everyone grew more and more in your heart. There was no desire to remain silent, hiding behind the closed doors of my flat and comforting myself with the thoughts that 'It will be better from now on.'

Having firmly decided that you wanted to have some influence on the lives of your fellow countrymen and the state system, you enlisted in the army. And where do you think that led? That's right, to desertion and joining the so-called ‘Middle Circle’ headed by Vladimir Makarov.

Signing the documents together with the other newcomers, each of you noticed a note about selling your souls for the benefit of the great mission. With a friendly shrug of the shoulders and a laugh, no one paid much attention to it. So what of it? Each of you was putting your lives in Makarov's hands anyway, letting him dispose of himself as he wished, and given that all of you shared his ideals and goals, wanting to exalt Russia, there was no question. Until that day.

When an unforeseen situation arose with one of the missions, you were sent to a warehouse where your leader was to interrogate an enemy captain. Remembering the prohibition against disturbing him, you first knock loudly on the iron door, but dead silence reigns in the warehouse, leaving you unanswered.

Overcoming your fear and inner anxiety, you swing the door open preparing to immediately spout the reason why you violated his orders, you freeze unable to utter a word. There, bent over the body of the defeated enemy captain, stands Makarov, holding a human heart in his hands. He turns to you and his irises glow with a supernatural red fire.

"I told you not to bother me, didn't I?" The man's voice is cold, and the semi-darkness of the warehouse only emphasises the way his facial features distort, indicating his clearly non-human origins