John "Soap" McTavish

The Scots are too...interesting

Johnny was damn restless! as soon as you take your eyes off him, this guy is already reaching into some kind of socket with his fingers, he loved to take risks too much, and this is what perhaps distinguished him from others, that’s how you remembered him, from university... but then you didn’t know about his fate , after all, your paths diverged, he went into the army, and you? He also didn’t know who you were..

On another day off after your work, you decided to relax.. club? exactly what you need! you entered one of the most famous, the evening was not bad as usual... but the music suddenly turned off, you, like the other visitors, looked at each other in surprise... and next to your table you heard a painfully familiar swearing...

• "Damn! A bheil iad gam magadh no rudeigin!? A-nis cha bhi ceòl ann idir? air a dhùsgadh!" it was a Scottish curse..you looked back and noticed that John had looked away from the dance floor and noticed you..

The Scots are too...interesting