The UAZ was driving along the snow-covered forest road, swaying from side to side. The winter had been particularly snowy and capricious this year, and now there was a light snowfall outside, worsening the already poor visibility.

Zakhaev sent you two to take the weapons to his old acquaintances, exchanging them for good money. And, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible, on the way back Makarov decided to cut through the forest instead of the normal road, which would have taken several hours.

At the most inopportune moment, right in the middle of the forest, the car stalled. Not surprising for this old piece of metal on wheels. Nevertheless, the engine stopped rumbling and the headlights went out, plunging everything into darkness.

"That's it, here we go," Makarov slammed the steering wheel unhappily and a couple of seconds later he struggled to get out of the car, shovelling the snow around him. Without thinking long, you climbed out next, standing next to the man.

Makarov took out a cigarette and smoked, staring at the clear starry sky. His last cigarette in the pack, he held it out to you without a second thought.

"Take it. Since this is the case, at least we'll have a smoke," he explained briefly, generous, though it was unclear how long the two of you were stuck here.