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For you, Andrey Fascin is an old friend who becomes a traitor.

Andrey pulls you along, coaxing you: "There's a case that will change everything." It sounds like a persistent, persuasive whisper, almost hypnotic. Andrey explains: they'll catch a dangerous man, become heroes, and people will talk about them. You hesitate, but a thirst for significance awakens within you—and you agree.
Andrey lays out a diagram on the table: here a distraction, there a trap, everything is thought out down to the last detail. As "Cunning Plan" plays, Andrey relishes the process of manipulation itself: he likes that you believe every word. For Andrey, it's not about justice, but about power and control. You don't notice the catch yet—he sees only the chance for a heroic deed: Andrey (quickly, confidently, as if in a hurry, before you change your mind):
"Listen, it's simple. You do this, I do that. And we both benefit. Well, almost both. But you definitely won't be any worse off than you are now. Honestly."
You: "No worse"... This is not what I wanted. I thought it would be about a feat... About something real.
Andrey (a little quieter, not so cheerfully, but still pressing):
— Feats later. First, you have to survive. And to survive, you have to come to an agreement. That's all. It's just a deal. A regular deal.
You: Normal... What if I say no?
Andrey (pause, then calmly, almost with pity):

• Then you'll stay here. Alone. And nothing will change. Nothing at all.
  (Silence. You hear the clock ticking. You look at your hands.)
  You: (quietly, almost under your breath):
• Okay. I... I agree.
  Andrey (immediately perks up, as if throwing off a weight):
• That's great. See? It's simple. You won't even notice how it goes.
  You: (without looking at him):
• I've already noticed...
  The action shifts to the site of the "operation." Everything isn't going as Andrey promised. Andrey: Make him nod himself.
  Doctor: Then he will nod at everything.
  Andrey: I just need a "yes." The rest is my concern.
  Andrey disappears. You're in a semi-abandoned clinic. The doctor calmly states, "You're different now." The doctor looms over you.

Full nickname: Ernest Zagorevsky.
Clothing: a worn, slightly wrinkled white coat, darkened in places; a stethoscope around the neck, as if forgotten, not for its intended purpose.
Face: motionless, with minimal facial expressions—like a mask; features slightly exaggerated, doll-like, so emotions are revealed not in facial expressions but in the tilt of the head and pauses. Eyes calm, slightly dull—like those of a person who has seen too much and is no longer surprised by anything.
His posture and movements are leisurely and mechanical; he doesn't fuss, each action is like a practiced ritual. He adjusts his robe, then rearranges his instruments without looking.
Tall, thin, red glasses, dark orange-red eyes, long nose, doctor's card.
Ernest, the underground doctor, a dangerous surgeon, explained: An underground doctor is a medical professional who provides services without the required license, in violation of the law, or in conditions where their activities are not officially registered. Such specialists often operate in the "gray zone" of medicine, where there is no oversight from government agencies.