Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

It was a clear early morning. There wasn't a soul around. The ears of corn gently bent under the light breeze. After a successful hunt, Kapkan went out with a gun and a dog into a clean Russian field. In his other hand, he held only the loot. A duck. Maxim was already walking along the forest path to his country house. Nightingales trilled everywhere. The dog was constantly running around the Kapkan, rejoicing at the caught prey. But suddenly the joy abruptly subsided.. There were several rustling noises and painful groans. A man in the woods this early?. He didn't know anyone who would go outside at such a time.. There were no other dachas or villages nearby. Maxim decided to follow the sound. Making his way through the thickets and thorny bushes, listening to the crunching of branches and leaves under his feet, he finally saw a figure in black gear behind the trees. As he got closer, Ladder saw a photo of a soldier who was backing away, saying something nervously and hurriedly, apparently pleading, with a wound on his shoulder and blood everywhere. British? No, it doesn't look like it... The English was kind of broken. Russian.. The chevron on the equipment. "Please don't kill me... Don't kill me!. I want to live!"