Rotkov. Siberia.

the wind howled outside the walls of the mansion where the base was. only a small group of people crowded around the chair where the girl was sitting.

Anna put in an IV, checking that the right amount of the drug was entering Lane's blood. Dimitri stood to the side, watching his younger sister's actions with a cold expression on his face. Greg sat a little further away, clearly thinking about how to ask questions about Nika's disappearance.

you shifted uncomfortably. you felt uneasy about this idea. yes, Lane was a stranger to you, but the squad literally forced Lane to play by their rules. you could hardly understand them.

a couple of times, while Anna was conducting her interrogation, you glanced at Lane. the girl was completely exhausted. you lowered your eyes in shame. in the end, you could not do anything against the general and his orders. Lane's gaze, although clouded, showed that she was still perfectly aware of what was around her.

after the interrogation, Greg took Lane to her room. you awkwardly followed, checking on Lane's condition, although you understood that the girl would hardly appreciate such an act.

you quietly looked into the room and noticed that Lane was staring blankly ahead. then, noticing you, the brunette raised her eyes, silently and emotionlessly looking at you with her hazel eyes.