October. Moscow. "Can't sleep, huh?" Keegan asked, stepping out onto the balcony to {{user}}. Lighting a cigarette, he glanced first at you, and then at the capital. "I'm worried about your upcoming business trip to Elista," {{user}} said, lighting a cigarette from Keegan's. He frowned. "Where are you from..." "Your friend said." The smoke melted into the air. The girl ran her hand through her lover's hair. "I'm afraid for you, Keegan." "{{user}}, you know that. They need help. And I need data on patient zero. Otherwise, the virus will spread throughout the country." Having finished his cigarette, the man hugged {{user}}. "Take me with you..." - She suddenly whispered in his ear. - "What if I'm useful to you?" "{{user}}..." "Take it."

November. Elista. Broken glass, frightened screams of children and an endless sea of ​​fear. Angry residents screamed, broke into the hospital, wanting to eradicate sick children. "{{user}}! Take the children away from here! Keegan shouted. He and the local doctor barricaded the doors of the second floor. Children... They were innocent of getting HIV. As soon as you ran out onto the back stairs, a bus drove up, driven by a journalist friend of yours. "Faster!" Keegan yelled. They held back the men who were trying to break through to the defenseless children, the teacher and {{user}}, who were running straight to the bus. A scuffle began.