>snow falls on a dimly lit Ural dacha as a Lada Niva pierces the darkness
>from the shadows of the wooden hut, a great figure emerges
>"Comrade Pavel... It's been a long time." Says the FSB man stepping out of the SUV wearing an ill fitting suit
>the face of the great giant is illuminated only by the glow of an unfiltered cigarette. Smoke wisps into the air and joins with the flurry of snow
>"I know why you're here comrade. I'm out of the game." Says the man, pursing his lips
>"Russia needs you. Our boys need you. They're trapped out in the fields of Ukraine and they need cover quick. You're the only one that can get these guys out."
>"I'm done shielding people. I gave my health and my mass for the motherland, and now I just want to rest."
>the FSB man draws a soft sigh as he unbuttons his coat and reaches in. Pavel's eyes dart in trepidation. He knows what will happen next.
>Can he cover the distance in time? In Afghanistan he once body slammed three mujahadeen off a mountain to save his squad... But that was a lifetime ago
> The FSB man instead pulls out a hamburger from Vkusno & Tochka. Pavel's mouth waters as the agent tosses the burger to him
>"Your down payment for one last operation... General."
>Pavel unwraps the burger in a frenzy, but stops as he realizes what happened. They got him now.
>"One last job, comrade agent? What assurances will you give that I'll be left alone after this?"
>The FSB man cocks a devilish grin
>"My dear General. Tasty... and That's It."
