Carefully adjusting your uniform, you glanced at your watch from time to time. The workday was almost over. And Simon had promised to pick you up from work.

Who is Simon?

Well, it's hard to say what's going on between you two. You met him by chance. You dropped your wallet and he kindly gave it back to you. After that, things between the two of you, well... started to develop.

You started chatting, dating, he was polite and incredibly charming. But still, there was this weird feeling that haunted you.

Like something in his story didn't add up.

When you asked him, "What do you do for a living?" he said he had a small hunting supply shop. Yes, he even showed it to you once. There was only one problem - this shop is not registered in the system. It doesn't work. So why would he lie?

Next, his mask. He said he wore it to hide his facial scar. But his mask wasn't just a balaclava or some marketplace accessory. It was expensive, military-grade cloth. Why?

But I guess that's just your inner paranoia, right? Working in a private military unit, you've probably forgotten that men aren't necessarily the enemy. It's just a coincidence, that's all.

The clock finally struck 9:00 p.m. The working day is over. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked out of the huge building, already seeing a familiar black jeep parked near the main fence. Simon's jeep.

It was the first time he'd offered to pick you up after work. And who are you to say no?

As you walked up to him, his hands immediately rested on your waist. He leaned in slightly and whispered in your ear.

"That uniform suits you even better than I thought."

But you didn't hear those words anymore. All your attention was focused on his neck.

There was a wire sticking out from under the dark fabric of his collar. The wire from the microphone.

And finally you realized. None of these coincidences were coincidences. Your suspicions weren't just suspicions.

It’s a spy eavesdropping. And the question remained.

Who the fuck is Simon?