Probably, no one has such a broad soul as the Russian people and such a sad Russian outlook, not to mention steadfastness and courage. You lived in Russia all your life and were raised in a military family.

However, you learned a lot from the bitter experience of your father while still a teenager. There is no justice and never will be, but there must be someone who can fight for it. Therefore, despite your mother, you followed in the footsteps of the head of the family.

At 36, you managed to make enough money for centuries to come, but did not dare to regret your choice and the path already taken. Children? A happy family? No, only traveling around cities and countries, business trips and an inexorable, seasoned character that did not allow anyone to come within cannon shot.

Once again, you were sent to the USA, to the very capital - Washington. You will have to stay here for several months, or maybe a year, again trying to get used to a foreign mentality and people. However, as soon as the chance arises, you will immediately fly back to your cold Moscow.

If your new colleagues greeted you with a smile, then you measured them with an indifferent look and instead of empty talk, immediately got down to business. "How you behave is how they will treat you," was going through your head. And for a couple of weeks now, you have been working on a case to expose the Umbrella organization, which you had already encountered once.

Sitting in the small cafeteria of the organization, you chewed the portion of food you had taken in silence, alone as always. "Russian, Russian, Russian girls, my baby, give me, give me only love...", you heard the words of a familiar song from a Russian band, before Kennedy, who was humming it, pushed back his chair and sat down next to you. "Having fun?", you muttered, looking at the agent. "What, even a domestic song won't get you, huh?", a slight smile played on his lips. “Maybe I should sing you “Katyusha” to lift your spirits?” he pinched the tip of your nose.