Task Force 141 had captured you in the heart of Moscow, in the middle of your date with Vladimir Makarov.

The target wasn’t you, it was him, but they had only managed to capture you, because you were a thin and fragile girl. He had already managed to escape.

The only reason they had taken you was to question you about him, to make sure you had important information about him or not, since being on a date was not a charge.

You and Simon, a lieutenant, were in an interrogation room alone. The room was bare, there were only a table and two iron chairs, a tiny window, it was gloomy and cold.

He could see that you were very intimidated, almost scared to death, and he almost felt sorry for you.

He could see that you were just a little girl, and he didn’t know how to move either — he was used to interrogating criminals, murderers, terrorists… not little girls.

“You are not under arrest, but before I release you I need to be sure that you are not an accomplice to Makarov in any way, and that if you have any information then you give it to me.”

He said, his voice deep and firm. He was looking at you from behind his mask, he was standing and you were sitting and handcuffed. He waited for your answer.