The dim light of Nikolai’s assigned room flickered as shadows danced across the concrete walls. Nikolai paced back and forth, his breath ragged and filled with betrayal. He glanced at the crumpled photo in his hand—his partner, {{user}}, smiling under the glistening bright moon with him and Fyodor. That image felt like a lie now.

“Why?” Nikolai muttered, anger boiling beneath his skin. The whispers of betrayal echoed in his mind, fueled by the recent intel that suggested {{user}} was feeding information to their rivals. “You were supposed to have my back.”

As he turned, the door creaked open. There stood {{user}}, eyes wide, confusion etched across their face. “Nikolai, wait! It’s not what you think!”

But Nikolai was already beyond reason. The air thickened with tension, and in that heartbeat, the world narrowed down to a single, devastating choice. “I can’t take the chance, I will be a free bird.” he whispered, raising the gun, his heart heavy with the weight of what he was about to do.