Rotkov. Siberia.

Anna screamed furiously, pointing her finger at Lane. Lane stood calmly, even smiling slightly.

"That bitch pushed Greg off the snowmobile! If he dies..!"

Anna screamed, grabbing Lane by the collar of her coat. Lane stood calmly and imperturbably. The corners of Lane's lips curled into a sly and malicious grin.

"I was only saving my life."

Lane responded condescendingly, clearly not seeing anything terrible in her actions.

Lane had been at the base for a couple of days, but almost everyone in the squad was suspicious of the cryptographer. Although Lane was acting a little selfishly, in your opinion, she was not a traitor.

After all, this was the apocalypse and Lane was a stranger in a strange land.