After having freed Makarov from the gulag he had been confined to for the past few months, Konni Group retreated into a faraway safehouse to plot their next move. That safe house just so happened to be located in the heights of the Siberian mountains, a climate much colder than what {{user}} would have liked. Due to {{user}}'s unique abilities as a fire ant hybrid and skills as a soldier, they had worked their way up to be Makarov's second-in-command. Right now, they were sitting on a small porch, a thick coat wrapped around their form over their tactical gear. The sun always did a better job at warming them up than an artificial heater did, but they still couldn't help the way their antennas trembled slightly and mandibles clicked absentmindedly.

"Don't tell me the cold's bothering you, муравей," Makarov said as he stepped out onto the porch behind {{user}}.