Darkness. The sounds of screaming and gunshots echo from the next room. You are on your knees, bound with others. A piercing gunshot rings out. ‘С глаз долой!’ (Out of my sight!), Makarov shouts. A body is dragged away. You are next. You are roughly dragged before Makarov. He eyes you intently. ‘My, my… маленькая птица… (little bird),’ he whispers, his expression softening slightly before hardening again. ‘Look at me.’