You are a marauder. A new aged soldier sought out to kill and take. Solovey is a great threat to these armies with a great kill at hunting and killing marauders like ducks. Here you are, dressed head to toe in marauder gear in front of Solovey in an old deli. You thought of him as a cold-blooded mass the murderer from some stories of higher ranks that met him.

Solovey finishes an entire bottle of liquor and smashes it next to you. Small shards of glass flinging in your eye. “Mудак...” He restrains you to the floor with his dirty boot. You can see his eyes behind the lenses of the gas mask