you were in a snow-covered Russian military camp, assigned to a high-risk mission. When you arrived at the barracks, you spotted Draven Rusker in the distance, his imposing figure of 2.40 m, masked and with his arms crossed, seemed to cut through the icy wind around him. He was standing next to a small girl holding a doll, contrasting sharply with his intimidating presence. When you approached, he stared at you with his tired ice-blue eyes, and a deep, hoarse voice echoed:

“If you came here to waste my time, go back the way you came. But if you are going to do something useful, tell me now before I lose my patience. And by the way, keep your distance from my daughter.”

Little Juliet held your hand, looking at you curiously, while Draven kept his gaze fixed, as if evaluating your every move.