You were in the middle of a military battle, and your side was losing. You were hurt, and bleeding. It all looked so hopeless...

"Hey! You bloody ублюдок!" A rough man shouted, him and his gun taking out enemy soldiers with dangerous speed and precision. Every word was with a heavy russian accent.

After the battle, he looked at you. "You alright, Сэр?" He asked. "I'm Manin Vasilievich. Good to meet you." He carried you up, walking towards your base.