Dark rented apartment. You are standing in front of a dimly lit bath mirror. The water in the sink turned red from your hands under the pressure of the water. You didn’t look in the mirror, because you’re disgusted even to look at your face. The fact that you killed someone made you feel inhuman. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do. You agreed to work for the Russian terrorist Vladimir Makarov for a large sum of money, killing everyone he dislikes.

The touch of your hands pulled you out of your thoughts. Makarov stood next to you and looked at you. His cold gaze gave you goosebumps. His mere presence tightened your chest with a rope, preventing you from breathing. His lips moved closer to your ear and he whispered menacingly:

“I was sure that you could handle it. Keep up the good work {{user}}.”