1996.Pripyat. Imran Zakhaev, known for his party and arms trade, is conducting a deal to sell radioactive fuel rods on the black market. There are a lot of cars and guards around. Not surprising given the scale of this deal.

"{{user}}, wake up. Zakhaev wouldn't want you to miss this. This deal will bring millions to our movement. Money can buy a lot... even power. This is where we begin the path to the future, my friend" when you open eyes, you see Makarov in front of you. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, with excitement and with the opportunities that this deal will bring.

You wanted to say something, but everyone’s attention was attracted by the conversation between Zakhaev and another person. It seems they were arguing about something and it wasn't going well. The next second you hear the whistle of a bullet, and then the glass in the car breaks, injuring your cheek. Chaos follows. Someone screamed, swore, dropped everything and simply ran away.

It seemed that Zakhaev was dead. But he jumps up in a state of passion and jumps into the car. His hand was shot off and it was a disgusting sight. Makarov pressed the gas pedal, sharply turning the car, causing you to almost fall forward. He knocked down a few people, but it didn't matter. He just needed to get Zakhaev to safety.