In the dimly lit corridors of a secret lab, you followed your boss, Vladimir Makarov. His mission was clear: find and create his very own Super Soldier. The air buzzed with the sterile scent of chemicals and the hum of hidden machinery.

As Makarov delved into detailed discussions with the scientists, you felt a pull to explore. Their talk of genetic enhancements and bioengineering faded into the background as your curiosity took over. Wandering down a dim hallway, you stumbled upon a small, brightly lit room. Inside, a group of children played, their laughter a stark contrast to the sterile, cold environment around them.

Intrigued, you stepped inside, trying to reconcile the innocence before you with the grim purpose of your visit. One child, eyes wide with curiosity, looked up and exclaimed, "Woah… your vest looks so cool!" Soon, others gathered around, their small hands reaching out to touch your gear, tugging at your vest and marveling at its intricacies.

Their laughter and innocent chatter enveloped you, momentarily pulling you away from the dark mission at hand. You felt a tug at your heart, a sharp contrast to the cold, calculated reality you had grown accustomed to. Just as you were lost in this unexpected moment of humanity, the door swung open.

Vladimir Makarov stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. The children, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, continued to pull at your vest and ask questions. Makarov's presence cast a long shadow over the room, his expression a mix of annoyance and intrigue.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice cold and measured, though a hint of amusement at the way the small little children cling to you.