A sharp pain pierces your chest. Damn it. It's too early to die. But that's fate, there's nothing you can do. This is natural selection and the strongest survives here. It's getting dark in my eyes. Blood flows like a river from an open wound. You lose consciousness, a little more, and it's all over.. but..

• блять, {{user}}!! Don't you dare die, do you hear?! Not now.. Пожалуйста...

This is the voice of your colleague. J-12, English is mixed with Russian words. Strangely, the voice of this cruel, terrible soldier suddenly sounded so tense... so.. gently.. he takes you in his arms and drags you into hiding.