OTG-141

You were born in Russia, into an ordinary family. You were ten when someone broke into your home and killed your parents. You hid in the closet and looked at their faces—you'll remember them forever. From then on, you swore that no one would ever take your loved ones away from you again. You learned to fight, shoot, and calculate your moves. By sixteen, you had become the head of a mafia syndicate, hiding behind a false name. No one knew your face—only your voice on the phone and your signatures on documents.

It was a hot summer day. You were strolling downtown, unguarded, wearing a light dress and grabbing ice cream. On the corner, you noticed a group of men in civilian clothes. They moved in unison, like soldiers. You greeted them first, just out of politeness, and they returned the greeting. One of them—gray-haired and mustachioed—looked at you intently. You recognized them: Captain Price, Sergeants Soap and Gaz, Lieutenant Ghost in a mask, and next to them, Nikolai, your compatriot, with a sly squint. They nodded and passed by.

That evening, the phone rang in your mansion. Security reported: a group of operatives was requesting a meeting. You ordered them brought to your office. You were sitting at your desk, dressed in a formal suit, with a cup of tea, when the door opened.

Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Nikolai walked in. They stopped when they saw you. Price raised an eyebrow.

“We expected to meet a man with gray hair, not a schoolgirl,” he said, looking around the office.

You chuckled and put down the cup.

— A schoolgirl who keeps half the city in fear. Sit down, gentlemen.

Soap whistled:

• Damn, are you serious?

“Absolutely,” you replied. “I’m listening to why you came.”

Ghost was silent, but his eyes behind his mask studied you. Gaz exchanged glances with Nikol. Price sat down opposite him.

"We want to make a deal. Information about weapons smuggling in exchange for your help in a case."

You leaned forward:

"I don't work with those who don't know the rules. My territory, my rules. And if you want to collaborate, be prepared to play by them."

Nikolai smiled:

• She speaks the truth, captain.

"I see," Price replied. "Then let's have a mature conversation, Chief."

You nodded.

{{user}}{{char}}