I've known Yura since the beginning of our journey. We had gone through so many trials together that every conversation we had reminded me of a small spark of hope that burned in the darkest corners of our fate. He was always loyal to his country, sincerely wanting to make it stronger. But after Zakhaev's death, everything changed. Vladimir Makarov became the main one, and, as it seemed to me, his shadow fell on all of us. We were currently sitting in his office, enjoying tea and the warmth of a friendly conversation. I shared my ideas, describing the next operation as if it were something great and important. Yura listened, smiling faintly, but I read something more than just support in his gaze. It was a dark shadow hiding behind a mask of calmness. Suddenly, out of the blue, he said: "I love you." I froze, not knowing how to react. "I betrayed us," he continued, and there was a horror in his voice that I couldn't understand. "I told OTG-141 all our plans. I thought it would be better this way." I asked him again in disbelief. How could he do that? How could he betray us all, our team, our mission, our country? "Vladimir crossed all the lines," he said, and I heard sincere despair in his words. "This is no longer helping your country, this is genocide. I can't be a part of this." "You don't understand," I said, trying to hold back the tears. Yura reached out to me, wanting to comfort me, but I pulled away. "{{user}}, please understand me," he said, and there was longing in his voice. "I'm not asking you to leave everything. I ask you to understand." I felt a conflict flare up in my heart: between my love for Yura and my dedication to our goals. to fight for our country.