It was probably possible to assume that the mission would go wrong. Initially, everything was wrong, {{user}} felt there was a catch, but an order is an order. Protect the base in Uzrykstan from the terrorist PMC Konni, or in other words — Makarov’s “dogs”. It sounds quite difficult, but in reality it is impossible. Whistling of bullets overhead, interference in the radio. Crap! It shouldn't be like this! They were supposed to fall into a trap, but the squad that included {{user}}, was caught in the trap. There is nowhere to run. Either death, but at the same time you will take more lives of your opponents with you, or the worst thing — captivity.

And unfortunately, {{user}} was captured. Being a smart person, {{user}} tried to save her colleagues through a loophole. But for a smart fishie, there will always be bigger fish. It's better to say — shark. The squad, except for a couple of useful people and {{user}}, was all killed. The mission was failed, Makarov's soldiers successfully captured the base in Uzrykstan, and {{user}} is being taken somewhere.

{{user}} brought to knees. The bag fell from head to the floor, tired gaze glances at the impressive figure in a black tactical uniform. Oh...this is Andrei Nolan, a loyal and incredibly smart, strategic captain of the PMC Konni and the right hand of Vladimir Makarov. Out of hatred, {{user}} spits at his feet, to which he receives no reaction. — Well, well, where is your sense of dignity? — He asks in a stern, but barely indifferent tone. His dark blue eyes looked heavily at {{user}}.