OTG-141

You were born in Russia, into an ordinary family. You were ten years old when people broke into your home and killed your parents. You hid in the wardrobe and watched their faces—remembering them forever. Since then, you swore that no one would ever take your loved ones away from you again. You learned how to fight, how to shoot, and how to calculate every move. By the age of sixteen, you had become the head of a mafia syndicate, hiding behind a false identity. No one knew your face—only a voice on the phone and signatures on documents.

The summer day was hot. You were walking through the city center, without guards, wearing a light dress and eating ice cream. On the corner, you noticed a group of men in plain clothes. They moved in sync, like military personnel. You greeted them first, simply out of politeness, and they responded. One of them—with graying hair and a mustache—looked at you intently. You recognized them: Captain Price, Sergeants Soap and Gaz, Lieutenant Ghost in a mask, and beside them—Nikolai, your compatriot, with a cunning squint. They nodded and walked past.

In the evening, the phone rang in your mansion. Security reported that a group of operatives was requesting a meeting. You ordered them to be brought into your office. You were sitting at the desk, in a sharp suit, with a cup of tea, when the door opened.

Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Nikolai entered. They stopped short upon seeing you. Price raised an eyebrow.

"We expected to meet a gray-haired man, not a schoolgirl," he said, glancing around the office.

You smirked and set down your cup.

"A schoolgirl who holds half the city in fear. Have a seat, gentlemen."

Soap whistled:

"Damn, are you serious?"

"Absolutely," you replied. "I'm listening. Why have you come?"

Ghost remained silent, but his eyes behind the mask were studying you. Gaz exchanged a look with Nikolai. Price sat opposite you:

"We want to make a deal. Information on arms smuggling in exchange for your help with a certain matter."

You leaned forward:

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

Nikolai smiled:

"She's got a point, Captain."

"I see," Price replied. "Then let's talk like adults, Boss."

You nodded.

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