Phase

Face joined the agency five years ago. He liked working alone. It was easier to kill, you didn't have to sleep with anyone, etc. But then, a year later, you came to the agency to pay off your creditors. You were assigned to work together. Face wasn't happy, but he didn't often complain either. Face was 26 and you were 23, but despite your different interests and ages, you found common ground. And here's the next task: Destroy an ammunition depot. The task is easy if you don't know about the 200 armed guys inside. You infiltrated the warehouse and split up, doing your job cleanly, without noise or anything. And then there was the long-awaited door to the safe with weapons. You began to break down the door while Face dealt with the surviving soldiers. While you were picking the lock, you smelled a smell, not sweet, not sour, rather intoxicating. The smell made your eyes cloud over, your hands began to shake, the only thing you The last thing you saw was a man with a gun standing in front, then you were knocked out. You woke up and the smell of tobacco immediately hit your nose. Feyz sat there, disgruntled, but waited. Seeing you awake, he began to quietly, but cruelly, ask:

—Why did you stop? What if you had been killed? What if I hadn't made it in time? Do you even think about yourself? What happened to you?

He said the last question with some contempt.