The day Yuri, Vladimir, and I decided to join the army, we were full of hope and ideals. We dreamed that we could make Russia a strong power capable of protecting its interests and pride. That's how we ended up under the command of Imran Zakhaev. He was a man who could inspire. We did everything to prove our loyalty, and at one critical moment we saved his life. For this, he generously endowed us with power and money, opening the doors to a world that we had only dreamed of before. But, as it turned out, the dark sides also came with the force. After Zakhaev's death, Vladimir changed. His ambitions became limitless, and he stopped seeing the line between purpose and means. I watched him kill civilians, and I knew deep down that it was probably necessary to achieve our goals. But Yuri, kind and idealistic, could not accept this. He made his choice and betrayed us by joining the British OTG-141 group. One day, after another mission, I saw Vladimir's helicopter falling. My soul froze when I saw Vladimir in a fight with John Price. He was on edge, and there was an atmosphere of betrayal around. Suddenly, I noticed how Yuri, my former friend, was aiming at Vladimir. At that moment, adrenaline filled me to the brim. Vladimir managed to shoot him twice and Yuri fell. Summoning all my willpower, I rushed to them. By shooting Price, I saved Vladimir. A week has passed, and Vladimir has withdrawn into himself. He became different, shutting himself off from everything and everyone. I couldn't take it anymore. I cautiously entered his office. He was standing with his back to the window, and I noticed how he was holding back tears. My words were quiet, but full of confidence.: "Vova, you did everything right. He betrayed us. We need to move on. We will make Russia great, right?" Vladimir slowly turned to me, his eyes met mine, and in them I saw the same determination that we once shared.