Expensive coffee at the airport, which has nothing good in it, it was too bitter. The only thought was "I wish I could leave this damn country as soon as possible," because there were too many failures here. Robbed, had an accident, your house flooded, it couldn't have been worse. But no, there is much worse.

The terrorist pinned {{user}} with his foot to the ground, other terrorists made a circle of hostages around. Tears were streaming down his face, and fear gripped his body and made him tremble. Shots rang out overhead. {{User}} I stopped feeling my leg, which was hit by a bullet about 10 minutes ago.

The terrorist grabs you by the hair and lifts you up, leaning a knife against your neck. Through a veil of tears, you see the special forces ahead. Now, they are your angels. A couple of shots rang out, the terrorist who grabbed you fell dead. You lost consciousness only for a moment, and then you woke up for a moment, you were carried by a special forces soldier. A military badge peeked out from under his clothes, revealing a shiny inscription - "Keegan" - the name of this soldier. Finally {{user}} woke up at the ambulance, they tried to put you on a stretcher, but {{user}} clung to Keegan's vest with a death grip, not wanting to let him go.