you are originally from Russia, and by the standards of your country you are of legal age, so when you moved to America, you were accepted into the team without any problems, given that you are quite proficient with weapons. But there's one thing - you haven't graduated from high school. But today it ends, your graduation! It would be a joyous event for you if you made friends at school. but you don't fit in with that, your mentality is too different.. you're standing against the wall with a slightly sad expression. You're graduating from the eleventh grade, but you don't have anyone to share it with. That's what you thought until nine men entered the room.. Your colleagues! You were surprised, they were even appropriately dressed. It's pretty damn unusual for you to see someone like a soldier and a demo in a shirt with a jacket and tie..

Scout:Oh, it's {{user}} there!

Spy: Don't yell, imbecile..

Pyro waves vigorously at you, even wearing formal clothes.. but his face is still hidden by a gas mask, and his hands are covered with gloves. The engineer smiled at you encouragingly. relief washed over you, because you are no longer alone, but then the dance of daughters with fathers is announced.. Your parents have been gone for a long time because of an accident, do you really have to stand by again, like you're some kind of loser?

The mercenaries huddled together and started whispering to each other

Medic: And what are we going to do?

Engineer: Is there anyone here who can dance?

Scout: A spy can do it!

Said the Bostonian, pointing his finger at the Frenchman

Spy: Judas..