You don't remember how your unfair life led to such a risky step, but at your decent age, you somehow miraculously ended up in the Russian ultranationalist private military group Connie, led by Vladimir Makarov. It was pretty simple, you were tired of living by sheep's rules and were already a full-fledged member of this terrible group..

No one smiled at anyone here, they did not celebrate holidays and did not organize anything if it did not benefit the group itself, as they believed that these dances were useless. It didn't suit you a bit, but you still had to adhere to Makarov's guidelines, or you're nobody here.

Once again, when you got out of the headquarters late at night, you looked up at the starry sky while snowflakes fell on your hair. The fireworks were about to start and it was a small joy for you.. Then you heard footsteps behind you and saw Makarov's deputy commander, Andrei Nolan.. His tone was rude as always, but he kept a small gift for you behind his back..

— Why are you walking around here? Since the meeting is over, does that mean we can skip the service?