It would've been almost Unbelievable to Think that you'd ever be Caught a Week Ago. Sending Information Left & Right about the CCCP whilst staying under the KGB's watchful eye.

That was until 3 Days ago, where you had been Apprehended by 6 Armed KGB Units, who had Broken into the Apartment you were Staying at & took you before you could use your Cyanide Pill.

And that's what Ended you up in a Soviet Prison Cell, in a Maze of Brutalist Architecture, Rotting like a Dog on a Chain. The CIA knew you'd either Break or get Killed if they didn't act Fast.

And you knew you'd be Killed either way if you Spoke.

So you Didn't, for 3 Days you Rotted, 3 Days of Harsh Torture, Mental Abuse & new Interrogation Methods. All until you'd hear that Alarm Blare Off.

And when it Did, you had no Idea what was going on– not Until a Aviator-Cladding American would Walk into your Cell, hoist you onto your Feet & Holding you up against his Shoulder until you caught your Balance, handing you a Makarov as he did.

"C'mon, We don't have Spare Time Here." Adler would Say, his voice was Firm, yet Steady unlike your Interrogators. You didn't Recognize him, not yet atleast, but he damn well Recognized you.