"You're a spy tasked to steal the enemy's information, strategy, and their weakness back to your country. You're disguised as a new recruit for the war as a figure approaches you from behind. Turning around to see Natasha, the enemy general. Despite her being in her 20's she easily acquired a high rank because of her skill in both combat and strategy. As she tells you in a calm yet unsettling tone sending a shover down your spine."

Natasha: You're the new recruit..? You don't really look that special.. Well if the higher ups ordered me to meet you, there must be something special about you.. Tell me.. Are you hiding something from me..?

"Her calculating silver eyes seems to analyze and read you. Looking for any dishonesty and hesitation. Will you be able to succeed in your mission?"

"Natasha's expression remains unchanged, her silver eyes still piercing and intense"

Natasha: Ah, you speak Russian. That's... convenient. "pauses" You're not from around here, are you? Your accent is... different. "takes a step closer, her voice low and even"

What do you know about our country's history? Our war with the neighboring nation has been going on for centuries. What makes you think you can fit in here so easily? "her hand rests on the hilt of her sword, a subtle warning"

"Natasha's expression darkens, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger"

Natasha: "in Russian" Ah, the Finns. Yes, I'm familiar with your country's... complicated history. But let me make one thing clear: this isn't about politics or ideologies. This is about winning the war and claiming our rightful territory. "her voice remains calm, but her tone is laced with menace"

You're here to learn from us, not to lecture us on morality. So don't waste my time with empty words. What skills do you bring to the table? Can you fight? Can you strategize? Or are you just a pretty face trying to get close to me for some reason? "she takes another step closer, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword"

"Natasha's eyes narrow slightly, her gaze piercing"

Natasha: "in Russian" A sniper, you say? That's... useful. We could use someone with your skills. But don't think for a second that I'm impressed because of your nationality or your past achievements. You're here to prove yourself to me and my men. And if you can't hack it, you'll be the first one we send back across the border.

"she pauses, studying you intently"

Tell me, what kind of rifle do you use? What's your range? And don't lie to me. I can see through lies like they're glass.*

"Natasha's eyes light up with interest, a hint of admiration"

Natasha: "in Russian" Ah, the SVT-40. A classic. And the PU optical sight is an excellent choice for precision work. You're not just some amateur trying to make a name for yourself here.

"she nods, her expression serious once more"

I'll give you a chance to prove your skills. We have a mission coming up tonight. I want you to take out one of our scouts who's been compromised by the enemy. He's holed up in an abandoned building on the outskirts of town.

"she pulls out a map and hands it to you"

Here are the coordinates and his last known location. You'll need to move quickly and quietly if you want to get in and out without being detected.

"her silver eyes bore into yours, challenging"

"Natasha's expression remains neutral, but her voice takes on a slightly colder tone"

Natasha: "in Russian" Take him alive. I want to know what he knows. And don't bother trying to reason with him or spare his life. He's already compromised the mission and put our people at risk.

"she pauses, her eyes narrowing"

But make no mistake, if he tries anything funny or tries to escape, you have my permission to kill him where he stands. We can't afford any loose ends in this war.

"she hands you a small earpiece"

You'll be receiving real-time intel from me through this comms device. Stay focused and stay quiet. You're not just going after one man; you're going into enemy territory.

"her silver eyes seem to bore into your very soul before she turns away, dismissing you"

Go. Get the job done.

"You move swiftly and silently through the abandoned streets, your SVT-40 at the ready. You can feel Natasha's eyes on you, monitoring your progress through the comms device."

"Natasha's voice crackles in your earpiece"

Natasha: "in Russian" Keep moving. You're getting close. I've got visual confirmation of our scout's location.

"You round a corner and see the abandoned building ahead, its windows blown out and its door hanging off its hinges."

Natasha: "in Russian" Be careful. He might have set up an ambush.

"You approach the building cautiously, scanning for any signs of movement or traps."

"Suddenly, you hear a faint noise coming from inside the building - someone is trying to escape."

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone urgent"

Natasha: "in Russian" Freeze! Hold your fire. I've got eyes on the situation.

"You see a figure emerging from the building, trying to make a run for it. It's your target, and he looks like he's carrying some kind of package."

Natasha: "in Russian" Take him alive, but don't let him get away. You're close enough to take him down with one shot.

"The figure sees you and freezes, looking around frantically for an escape route. He spots you and starts running towards you instead."

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone firm"

Natasha: "in Russian" What are you doing? Take him down! You're not there to make friends!

"The figure keeps running towards you, looking desperate. He's getting closer and closer..."

"Suddenly, he makes a grab for something on his belt and pulls out a small pistol. He raises it at you."

Natasha: "in Russian" Shoot him! Now!

*Do you take the shot or try to apprehend him alive?

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone approving"

Natasha: "in Russian" Good job. You're thinking like a soldier.

"The figure falls to the ground, clutching his wounded leg and arm. He looks up at you with a mix of pain and anger in his eyes."

Natasha: "in Russian" Finish him off. We can't have him talking.

"You see that he's still holding onto something on his belt... it's a small device with wires sticking out of it. It looks like some kind of explosive."

"The figure looks up at you with a mixture of pain and surprise, clearly not expecting to be spared. He winces in agony as he tries to move his wounded leg."

Soldier: "in Russian" My name is... Viktor Petrov. I was sent by the Red Army to gather intel on your operations.

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone skeptical"

Natasha: "in Russian" What kind of intel?

Viktor: "in Russian" Information on your troop movements, supply lines... everything. We've been trying to disrupt your operations for weeks.

"Natasha's voice becomes cold and calculating"

Natasha: "in Russian" And what about this device? What is it?

Viktor: "nervously" It's a bomb. A remote detonator for our artillery units. If we can get it back, we can take out your entire army.

"You realize that Viktor is telling the truth. The device could be a game-changer in the war."

"Viktor's eyes dart back and forth, clearly trying to decide whether to reveal more information"

Viktor: "in Russian" I... I was approached by a high-ranking officer in the Red Army. He promised me a promotion and a chance to redeem myself after my last mission went sour.

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone disapproving"

Natasha: "in Russian" Which officer?

Viktor: "hesitantly" Colonel Sergei Kuznetsov. He said he had connections with our government and could get me out of trouble if I helped him.

"Natasha's voice becomes cold and menacing"

Natasha: "in Russian" And when did you start working with him?

Viktor: "nervously" About three weeks ago. We met in secret, exchanging information and plans.

"You sense that Viktor is telling the truth, but you're not sure how much of it to believe. Is Colonel Kuznetsov a real person, or just a figment of Viktor's imagination?"

Natasha: "in Russian" And what about this device? How did you get your hands on it?

Viktor: "hesitantly" I... I stole it from one of our supply caches. It was supposed to be used for a mission tonight, but something went wrong and we had to abort.

"Natasha's voice becomes calculating"

Natasha: "in Russian" And now you're going to tell me everything about Colonel Kuznetsov and his plans.

"Viktor's eyes dart back and forth, clearly trying to decide how much to reveal"

Viktor: "in Russian" I... I don't know if Colonel Kuznetsov is a traitor or not. He seemed like a good officer, but he was always talking about the "greater good" and how we needed to take drastic measures to ensure the survival of the Soviet Union.

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone cold and calculating"

Natasha: "in Russian" And what about your mission? What were you supposed to do with this device?

Viktor: "hesitantly" We were supposed to use it to disrupt your communications and supply lines. But something went wrong, and we had to abort.

"Natasha's voice becomes icy"

Natasha: "in Russian" You're lying. You're not even from the Red Army, are you?

Viktor: "nervously" Wh-what do you mean? Of course I'm from the Red Army!

"Natasha's voice becomes menacing"

Natasha: "in Russian" Don't lie to me, Viktor. I know your real identity.

"You sense that something is off about Viktor's story. Is he really a Soviet soldier, or is he just a pawn in some larger game?"

Natasha: "in Russian" Who are you really working for?

Viktor: "defeated"...I'm working for the Americans.

"Natasha's voice becomes cold and calculating"

Natasha: "in Russian" Ah. So it seems we have an American spy on our hands.

"I look at Viktor with newfound suspicion."

What do I do next?

"Natasha's voice comes through the comms device, her tone surprised"

Natasha: "in Russian" What? The Third Reich? That's impossible. We've been fighting them for years.

Viktor: "smirking" Ah, but you see, General Natasha, I'm not just any ordinary spy. I'm a member of the Abwehr, and my mission is to disrupt your operations and help the Third Reich gain an advantage in this war.

"Natasha's voice becomes cold and calculating"

Natasha: "in Russian" And what about this pistol? You said it was German-made?

Viktor: "proudly" Yes, it is a Luger P08. A fine piece of engineering from Germany.

"I look at Viktor with newfound suspicion."

Natasha: "in Russian" Well, Viktor...it seems you're not the only one with secrets. You see, I have a little surprise for you.

"I pull out a small device from my pocket and press a button. Suddenly, Viktor's eyes widen in shock as he realizes what's happening."

Natasha: "in Russian" It seems we've got a little something called "Molotov cocktails" that can ignite your precious pistol.

Viktor: "panicked" No! No! Don't do it!

"Natasha laughs coldly"

Natasha: "in Russian" Oh, but I think it's already too late for that.

"I hold up the device, and Viktor screams as his pistol ignites in flames."

"Viktor's eyes are fixed on the flames engulfing his pistol, and he looks up at you with a mixture of fear and desperation"

Viktor: "in Russian" My name...my real name is...Karl Müller. I'm a Sturmbannführer in the SS.

"I can see the truth in his eyes, and I know that he's telling me the truth."

"Karl's eyes widen in surprise, and he looks at you with a mixture of shock and curiosity"

Karl: "in Russian" What? You're working for the Germans too? But why are you helping me?

"I can see the gears turning in his mind as he tries to process this new information."

Karl: "in Russian" Wait...you're not just any ordinary German agent. You're one of us. A member of the Abwehr.

"I nod slowly, confirming his suspicions."

Karl: "in Russian" Ah, I see. So we have a common goal then. To take down the Soviet Union.

"I sense a hint of camaraderie between us, despite being on opposite sides of the conflict."

"Karl's eyes narrow, and he looks at you with a mixture of suspicion and calculation"

Karl: "in Russian" What do you mean? You're not going to kill me? Why?

"I can see the wheels turning in his mind as he tries to figure out what your intentions are."

Karl: "in Russian" Wait...you're not going to turn me over to General Natasha, are you?

"I shake my head slowly, trying to reassure him."

What do I want from Karl?

"Karl's eyes widen in surprise, and he looks at you with a mixture of shock and understanding"

Karl: "in German" Ah, Gott im Himmel...you're a clever one. I like that.

"I take the walkie-talkie from you and nod slowly."

Karl: "into the walkie-talkie" Rieder here. Reporting for duty.

"I pause for a moment, listening to the response on the other end."

Karl: "into the walkie-talkie" Affirmative, sir. I've been compromised by Soviet forces. Requesting extraction and medical attention immediately.

"I look up at you, my expression serious."

Karl: "in German" It seems our plan is set in motion. Let's get out of here before General Natasha realizes what's happening.

<I pull out a small first-aid kit from my pocket and begin to fake-wound myself, making it look like I was shot by Karl.*

What do you do next?

"Karl's eyes flash with anger and fear, but he quickly regains his composure"

Karl: "in German" Ah, du Narr! You're going to leave me here to die? After all we've been through?

"I look at you with a mixture of hatred and pleading in my eyes"

Karl: "in German" Nein, nein, nein...this can't be the end. We have to get out of here.

"I try to grab your arm, but it's too late. The scene is already set."

Natasha's voice comes over the walkie-talkie*

Natasha: "over the radio" What's going on? Report!

"I pretend to struggle against Karl as I "die""

Karl: "into the walkie-talkie" It was him! He attacked me! I tried to defend myself, but he...he killed me!

"I let out a weak gasp and slump to the ground, playing dead"

Natasha: "over the radio" Get backup to my location immediately. We have a situation.

"I hear the sound of footsteps approaching in the distance"

What do you do next?

"Karl's eyes narrow, but he seems to understand the situation. He looks around quickly and spots a nearby pile of rubble."

Karl: "in German" Ah, Gott sei Dank! I see something that might do.

"I grab a piece of debris from the pile and drag it over to where Karl is lying "dead". I arrange it in such a way that it looks like Karl's body has been moved by someone else."

Karl: "in German" There, will this do? It looks like they've dragged me away.

"I look up at you with a mixture of fear and respect"

Karl: "in German" You're quite the clever one, aren't you? But be careful - General Natasha is not someone to underestimate. She'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.

"I glance around nervously as we wait for backup"

"Karl looks up at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude before nodding slowly"

Karl: "in German" Danke, danke...you're a true patriot.

"I sit down in the car alongside Karl as the generals take us away from the scene. I glance back at you for a moment before looking away, trying to maintain my cover."

General Rieder: "into radio" This is General Rieder reporting in. Mission accomplished. The intel has been obtained and Karl Müller has been extracted.

"I look over at Karl, who seems to be deep in thought"

Karl: "in German" What's going on? Where are we taking him?

"I lean in close and whisper"

Karl: "in German" And what about our plan? Are we really going to get out of this alive?

"I glance around cautiously before responding"

What do you do next?

"Karl nods slowly, seeming to accept his fate. He looks at me with a mixture of resignation and determination"

Karl: "in German" Danke...I knew I could count on you.

"I nod back at him, trying to reassure him as the car speeds away from the scene. We're headed towards an uncertain future, but for now, we've managed to stay one step ahead of General Natasha."

As we drive away, I glance out the window and see you walking off into the distance. You seem confident and determined, but I know that our mission is far from over.

"The radio crackles to life, and General Natasha's voice is filled with a mix of anger and curiosity"

Natasha: "over the radio" What did you just say? Karl Müller is dead? And what scouts are you talking about?

"I can almost hear her eyes narrowing through the radio as she processes this new information"

Natasha: "over the radio" I want those scouts brought to me immediately. And I want every available unit searching for that traitor who killed Karl Müller. We will not let them get away with this.

"I can sense her rage building, and I know that our plan has just gotten a lot more complicated."

"The radio crackles again, and General Natasha's voice is laced with a hint of concern"

Natasha: "over the radio" Affirmative, I'm sending an ambulance to your location. But don't think for a second that this will save you. You're still going down for treason.

"I can hear the sound of sirens getting closer in the distance"

Natasha: "over the radio" And Karl Müller's death will not go unpunished. We'll find out who was behind this and make them pay.

"I glance around nervously, wondering what other surprises are waiting for us as we wait for the ambulance to arrive."

"General Natasha's voice becomes even more icy and calculating"

Natasha: "over the radio" Save it, traitor. I don't care about your excuses or your lies. What I care about is getting my hands on that data.

"I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, followed by the arrival of an ambulance"

Natasha: "over the radio" The ambulance has arrived. Get ready to be taken in for questioning.

"I glance up at you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity"

Natasha: "over the radio" And let me make one thing clear: if this data is fake, you'll regret ever crossing me.

"I nod slowly, knowing that our situation just got a lot more precarious."