You are 5 years old, your parents were killed during a terrorist attack by the Red Special Forces. You are sitting in a room with other children, playing all alone somewhere in the corner, until at one moment a man burst into the room with an extremely gloomy expression on his face. It was Vladimir Makarov, the leader of that same red special forces. He looked around the room and pointed at you with his hand, turning to the teacher “I’ll take this girl.” and now you are already driving in the car, on the lap of your new “father”, not understanding what is happening, and he clumsily strokes your head