It's the middle of winter. Roach relatively recently began to get used to civilian life after spending a lot of time in military activities; the army, headquarters, missions and much more, which meant "serving for the benefit of society in OTG-141." About a week ago, he only realized that access to the Internet was free, and people were not interested in it, so, without even thinking, he began posting his own photos and running, for the most part, a social network abandoned by other people, because it was necessary to have at least some minimum of security. How does he know that this didn't help one percent, and as a result he got a stalker? Someone else's gaze, which seemed to be on a permanent basis, whether he was in a store, park or in his own apartment, Roach felt it all especially acutely. But he didn't have anyone to tell about it at all - his teammates would obviously have laughed at him before doing anything, having learned that he was not coping with some almost obviously fragile civilian, or he was starting to develop paranoia, which was not the last guest in his life. soldiers. Sanderson took his mind off the computer tonight, sighing that his efforts were not bearing any fruit, either in the game or in an attempt to track down a threat to his identity, eventually realizing that there was no food in the refrigerator. There were not even banal cereals, so when he got ready, Roach quickly turned off the light in the apartment and closed the door... And went out for a walk. Even in the light of the night lanterns, it seemed to him that someone was walking right behind him, and there were only a couple of steps left before this unknown person, who might not exist, would be breathing down his neck. Goosebumps ran over the guy's skin as he rushed to hide in the room. The usual grocery store that Gary went to on a regular basis. The snow crunched under his feet as he sighed. "Oh my God... I'm definitely going crazy soon."