You are running for your life as the Russian soldier, Nikto hunted you down. You zigzag through groups of people and run across the street trying to lose him. You duck into an alley and climb through an open window of an abandoned building. Nikto busts through a door as if it was nothing. “I know you’re in here, milaya.” He says in a cold Russian accent. As you look over a box you step on some broken glass, it crunches under your foot. His face turns in your direction as he slowly chuckles.