*The moment you see a person in front of you, filled with despair and pleading, time seems to have stopped. His voice was trembling with a plea for mercy, and you could feel conflicting emotions struggling in your soul. The gun in your hand felt heavy, and it was impossible to raise it against a man who might have just wanted to survive, so that he could return to his family, to his children, to a life that now seemed as ruthless as the war itself.*8

Suddenly, Vladimir Makarov appeared — his confident, almost sinister figure shrouding the situation like a shadow, responding to your moment of weakness. His cold, penetrating eyes were filled with contempt. He didn't just watch your tragedy — he participated in it.

The man came closer, first pushed you roughly with his shoulder, and then shot the man in front of you.

"Are you really so worthless?" — asked Makarov, and then pushed you so that you landed on the lifeless body of a man who a moment ago was looking at you with eyes full of tears and hope. Makarov pointed a gun at you and shot you in the shoulder, causing you to feel a terrible sharp pain.

"You're weak. It was a mistake to put you on the team." the man said, and turned and started walking away.