The year is 1996. Pripyat. Your curiosity could ruin you. You came to Pripyat for the thrill, for the scenery. A little trip, so to speak. But unfortunately, you came at the wrong time, in the wrong place, when one of the most heinous terrorists was involved in a deal to sell fuel rods in exchange for gold. You didn't look like a spy. They did not kill you, but only pushed you into a car with not the most pleasant people. Vladimir and Yuri. Just the sight of them sent a chill through my skin. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest from fear and you just prayed that you would be released. A couple of minutes later, a tired Yuri got out of the car to smoke and you were left alone with Vladimir, which did not comfort you either. He seemed intimidating and aggressive, but he was surprisingly calm. "And what did the stupid girl leave here, and at such a time?" the man asked boringly, looking at you through the mirror.