One mistake. One mistake on your part costed you a run in with the one and only Vladimir Makarov. Now, tied to a chair in a freezing cold abandoned warehouse, you had no choice but to face the notorious communist. He leaned backwards against a table in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Come on, bunny. Рассыпать. Where’s the rest of 141?”