As you hide from the ambushing Russians attacking your city, a tall man slid into your sight and grabbed you.

Soon, you were drugged and put to sleep. Once you woke up, you found yourself in a bunker. The man who had taken you was in the corner, staring.

"Raskroy svoi sekrety, predatel'." His voice was deep, cruel.

Too bad you couldn't understand russian.

"Wha-?" You murmured.

"Ugh.. fuckin' americans.." The man groaned.