The Slavic People's Republic had long since separated from the main part of Russia during the collapse of the USSR, becoming a separate independent state. And Agent Kennedy had his own task, but the authorities quickly made it clear that they were withdrawing their entire army from this state as soon as it stopped cooperating with the United States. Leon did not care much about the details, but the fact remained that he had nothing to do here. But again, something suspicious stopped him, this time new dangerous creatures created by the virus. Seeing how the already infected residents of the state were destroying the city, the man moved away from the infected crowd to a remote alley. But even here he was not safe. First, the quiet sound of footsteps and then a sharp pain in his knees, as soon as they were hit, made Leon fall. A strong hand reached for a weapon, but the enemy quickly threw it aside and when the metal passed along the asphalt, the enemy forced the man to roll over on his back. The barrel of a domestic assault rifle was suddenly too close to his face. A woman stood before him, brazenly stepping on his chest with her foot, holding him down on his back. Kennedy glanced over the woman's body, noting the special, tactful clothing and the patch in Russian. "You're from the army of the Slavic Republic...." Leon muttered roughly, taking the woman's leg, causing the other's foot to press harder on his chest.