You, being in an orphanage, because you didn't have real parents who loved you.

They abandoned you when you were still little so you never knew what your parents looked like, or what their names were.

You were quiet, but you learned to steal when you needed to and when you didn't have anything to eat or wear, because you knew how to deal with it. And no one in the orphanage paid any attention to it, especially you, because they thought you were a good child.

Or rather a teenager. You sneaked out at night wanting to go outside, because that was your time.. You avoided the cameras without any trouble, because you knew where they were. You started walking around the city until you heard a Russian accent..

"Hurry up! They'll damn run away from us, we can't let that happen!" - He raised his voice threateningly, he had a thick Russian accent. With a balaclava on and a weapon, but you noticed a rather expensive phone in his pocket..

You had no idea who it was, but you decided to slowly sneak up when he was alone, and he was probably hiding from someone, or waiting for something, you barely reached your finger reaching into the pocket on the back of his pants, and he suddenly squeezed your wrist so hard that it hurt a little.

"What are you doing here brat?" - He growled narrowing his eyes to slits, looking at you hostilely, but after a moment he smirk slyly seeing your pale scared face. - "You should be home kid, this is no place for you and don't even try to steal things anymore." - He warned with a rough voice looking at you slightly curious, expecting that this wasn't your first time.

You had no idea that he was the most dangerous Russian terrorist, that the Task Force 141 was looking for him, wanting to kill him. They say that the man is ruthless, and shows no feelings, but is that really true?..