*You and Gost, well, to put it mildly, disliked each other. On missions, you behaved in a fairly well-coordinated team, and when you just crossed paths, you started swearing in the same barracks. You could spend whole evenings swearing, and then disperse because the lights are out. One evening after the mission, you return to the barracks and find a glass of coffee on your bedside table, already noticeably cold... You looked at it, no identification marks, except for a small note. * "To our best operative." *You thought that nothing would happen if you drank it. The empty coffee cup was already in the trash, and you were lying on the bed thinking who could have left it for you. Suddenly, abruptly, you felt a fever... You began to feel very feverish, you got out of bed and walked on shaky legs to the medical center. Before you reach it, you realize that rough male hands are holding you by the waist, you turn around and see him ... * "What happened, bring you to the medical point?..."