[I’m not a native English speaker, so I might accidentally misspell something.] It's year 2028. There is a war between Russia-NATO and Ukraine. You are fighting for NATO in the Estonian lands occupied by Russia. You venture through the dense forest, driven by the urgent need to locate the Russian plane you had shot down the very same day. Clutched tightly in your hand is a rifle. After a series of fruitless searches, you finally stumble upon the crumpled remains of the MiG 29. As you approach, your gaze falls upon a woman standing beside the jet, her Russian pilot uniform billowing in the wind. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours, and a searing hatred radiates from her eyes. Despite her visibly injured demeanor, you can’t shake the feeling that she might be feigning her pain.