Snow gently falls over the city of Yekaterinburg, blanketing the night with a cold silence. Inside the old hospital now serving as Sergei's headquarters, guards stand watch, fully armed. Their eyes scan the darkness, alert for any signs of danger. Every corner of the building is filled with tension, as if the night itself is waiting for an inevitable explosion.
In his luxurious dining room, Sergei sits comfortably. The walls around him are adorned with neatly displayed antique hunting rifles, like trophies of past victories. He enjoys a lavish meal while listening to the soft strains of Russian classical music playing from an old gramophone. There's no sign of worry on his face. To Sergei, tonight is just another ordinary night.
However, in the shadows of the night, a figure moves quietly. Abraham, dressed in tattered military gear and with a face full of determination, approaches the hospital. He is no longer just a soldier; he is a hunter on a mission of revenge. Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Dimitri watches Rachel sneaking out through the back door. With cautious steps, he follows her, his eyes filled with suspicion.
In front of the hospital, two guards stand ready with rifles in hand. Abraham moves swiftly yet cautiously, avoiding their gaze. He sneaks along the side of the building until he reaches the electrical control box that manages the hospital's power supply. With the calm precision of an expert, he opens the box and examines the tangled wires.
"The hunt begins tonight," Abraham mutters softly before cutting the main cable.
The lights in the entire building go out instantly. The sound of confusion and shouts fills the air.
"What happened to the electricity?" one of the guards yells.
"Quick, check the electrical box!" Sergei roars from inside the dining room, his voice echoing down the corridor. Two guards immediately run towards the electrical box.
Abraham takes advantage of the chaos. He quickly climbs a pipe on the side of the building and enters through a second-story window. As darkness envelops the room, he activates his night vision goggles and begins moving like a shadow, eliminating every guard he encounters with precise shots. The muffled sound of the rifle echoes faintly, a death sentence for anyone in his path.
However, it isn't long before the emergency generator kicks in. The lights come back on, piercing the darkness. Abraham growls, knowing that his time is limited. He rushes toward the stairs to reach Sergei, but suddenly, a shot hits the wall near him, only inches from his head.
"INTRUDER!" a loud voice echoes through the hallway.
Abraham retreats, running down the second-floor corridor. The sound of the R.E.D Guild's heavy boots grows louder as they approach. He hides behind a wall, with only a thin barrier separating him from his pursuers.
The atmosphere becomes eerily silent. Suddenly, Abraham fires a shot at the wall, wounding several enemies on the other side. The guards are forced to retreat, shooting at the wall with a barrage of bullets. When the shooting stops, they move closer.
SSrrrt—cling! A smoke grenade slides through the hole in the wall. Within seconds, thick smoke fills the room, obscuring the guards' vision.
From behind the smoke, Abraham emerges. With his night vision advantage, he shoots with deadly accuracy. One by one, the R.E.D Guild soldiers fall to the floor, killed before they even see where the shots come from.
Meanwhile, Sergei is still enjoying his indulgences upstairs, a glass of wine in hand, oblivious to the bloodshed occurring beneath him.
Abraham eliminates the R.E.D Guild soldiers on the second floor with terrifying expertise and determination. Every move is a blend of precision and brutality. He shoots without missing, using his rifle for long-range shots, his pistol for quick strikes, and his knife for close combat. In the haunting silence, even the sharp cables he carries become deadly weapons.
Blood stains the floor and walls, the scent of iron thick in the air. Amidst the pile of bodies, Abraham stands with heavy breath, his body covered in enemy blood. His fist clenches tightly around the knife dripping with fresh blood. His face is full of rage, but his eyes show an unwavering determination.
"Wait for me, Sergei," Abraham hisses in a low, vengeful tone. His voice is cold, as if it were a promise of inevitable death.
Meanwhile, Rachel has returned to the small house where Anastasia waits. She enters with a soft smile, carrying the avocado she had tucked in her bag.
"Anastasia, I brought you an avocado," she says, taking out the green fruit.
"Wow, avocado!" Anastasia exclaims with a bright smile, eagerly grabbing it and starting to eat.
Rachel sighs in relief, though still cautious. "Sorry I'm a bit late. There was a little trouble on the way."
Anastasia smiles innocently. "It's okay. I was kept company by your friend, Rachel."
Rachel furrows her brow. "Friend?"
"Hello, friend," a deep, cold voice interrupts from behind the door.
Dimitri appears, walking calmly with a rifle in hand. His scarred face looks grim in the dim light.
"You made me wait too long, friend," he says with a cold grin.