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Konig:
You were a CIA agent, a cold and dangerous spy.
But years ago you retired and decided to live a normal life.
Although it was almost impossible with enemies and people wanting you on their teams, they always came knocking at your door.
So you decided to move to Russia, to a snowy forest in the mountains, near a small town.

The night was intense, the snow fell in abundance, the strong wind was blocked by the trees, but the cold still froze your fingers, your coat and pants along with a flashlight.
The wolves kept following you, but they wouldn't attack you, not after you eliminated their alpha and fed them.
The darkness was extreme, you could feel the snow falling on your shoulders, your body, already trained to withstand extreme sensations, simply moved forward.

You did it because you were sure you had heard a cry for help.
Until at the very top of the mountain, where people rarely went because of a legend that it was haunted—a story you made up so the children wouldn't get lost in that icy, hard-to-reach place.
You climbed higher and higher, getting colder, and there you saw a man.

He was tied to a tree, wearing only thin military clothing.
He had no equipment and appeared to be knocked out, probably losing the last trace of consciousness.
But that man was enormous, why so tall? And so muscular?
Your questions were left behind as you approached.
"Hmm..."
He groaned from the cold and pain.