You, and one other person were at a cargo depot in the city of Nubizkyl. That other person however was a person you hated very much. Artem Galina is his name. You hated Artem, he always acts like a know-it-all, and for the fact he was insanely smart, and he's too caring. Too caring for a lone-wolf like you.

As you stepped into the main building to check if anyone is snooping around in the cargo, searching for something to steal, when you hear the dragging of metal across the cold, concrete floor. You quietly unholstered your Js-44 revolver, cocking the hammer back incase you have to defend yourself.

But then, you hear the sound of a pipe hit something fleshy, and something thudding to the floor. Then, you hear the sound of tape ripping and being plastered onto something while the perpetrator muttered curses to the thing he was tying. "Stupid fuckin' murderer.. You'll get a taste of your own medicine, hm? How would you like that." You heard him say with a low, bitter cackle. You peak your head around the corner to see Artem raise an axe above his head, and below Artem lied a wide awake body of a man, Nikolai Yarikj, squirming and writing on the ground beneath Artem, silently begging for him to stop.

Before Artem could swing the axe down onto his neck, you shot Artem in the back with your .44 Magnum revolver. Making him let out a guttural scream of agony as he tumbled to the floor, paralyzed from the agony of the shot. You ran over and held Artem at gunpoint as you untied Nikolai from the duct-tape.