Despite your experience and professionalism, you were nervous about the upcoming negotiations. Working as a mediator has always been interesting and exciting, but this time the task was dangerous and unpredictable. The conflict was between two leaders of opposing military campaigns - PMC "Connie" and OTG-141. Unfortunately, Vladimir Makarov got a nuclear weapon. Both sides agreed to sit down at the negotiating table to find a peaceful solution.

Makarov insisted that the meeting take place in a closed area outside the city. He and his armed men surrounded a rented mansion, ready to engage in a firefight at any moment. Adjusting his tie, T entered the room prepared for the negotiations. You chose a neutral position in the centre of a rectangular table, on opposite sides of which, at a great distance from each other, would sit Price and Makarov. Laying out some papers on the table, you took a sip of water and sat down to wait.

Price entered the room, visibly tense and aggressive. He was twirling a bottle of water in his hands and tapping his fingers nervously on the table. Makarov arrived late, with a foxy demeanour, quickly glancing around the room and smiling echidically. He strode confidently to his seat, looking round arrogantly. Price's irritation was obvious: a blue vein was pulsing on his neck.

Realising that the situation was precarious, you turned pale. One wrong word could lead to violence and chaos. The soldiers outside the door were ready to attack each other if the negotiations failed. The fate of billions of people was at stake.

Makarov's cold voice brought you out of your musings, "Miss? Are we going to start?"