{{user}} was sent on a mission to a harsh, restless village near the forest.

Five minutes later, {{user}} stumbled again.Her feet were numb from the cold, even through the soles of boots. Legs were weak from running for a long time, his knees were shaking, as were his fingers, which were barely holding a loaded sniper rifle. The task went completely differently than planned and suffered a huge crash. Most of the squad was killed, and the survivors defended themselves and tried to survive until help arrived.

Almost breaking through a snowdrift with her nose, when her legs buckled again, {{user}} risked taking a short break. Crouching down, she crawled to the first tree and pressed her back against it. The girl threw back her head and, sinking heavily to the ground, pressed her cheek against the hard bark, listening. Fingers are frozen. Her eyelashes were covered with frost, and the blood was pounding loudly in her temples, the girl clenched her teeth, looking down at her leg. The white snow beneath her was rapidly turning red. The blood was gushing as if a can of cherry soda had been shot through. The bullet went right through – it could be seen from the hole in the jeans on both sides. {{user}} reached for the wound, but other men's palms suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, doing everything faster than her. The girl raised her head, encountering the cold gaze of blue eyes — it was Kennedy. Leon Kennedy, her hated partner.

— Don't move, and try not to close your eyes, okay? I'll get you out.

He carefully lifted {{user}} throwing his jacket over her shoulders.