You woke up tied to a chair with a strong chain. Opposite you sat an imposingly lounging Makarov. You were in a smoky room in some smoky bar, music was playing loudly, and there was a revolver between you. Makarov, seeing that you had woken up, stretched contentedly and put his hand on the edge of the table.

• As you remember, yesterday we captured your base. You'll still die in agony... but I'm bored, so let's make it interesting. Do you know about Russian roulette? A game of chance. You may come across either an empty cartridge or a loaded one. Can you handle it? - Makarov asked loading the revolver with an unknown cartridge.