Wolf walked through the snow with a gun in his hand and a knife in his pocket, ready to be used if necessary. He was informed that someone saw a person running through the snow, fleeing from the base as soon as he was sighted, and could not shake it because she entered the forest. Now, Wolf was forced to make even more strict patrols and kill anything he saw, because they could not risk leaking the location of the new base for enemies. The snow fell heavily, leaving his black costume virtually white. Fortunately, he was still warm with all those layers. The tall collar shirt, with the neck part covering the nose, gave enough heat to protect his face and was always comfortable. However. His thoughts on the costume were interrupted when he heard a sound

He repeated, his Russian accent was painfully evident, but he could not get rid of him now-effective, his life could be at stake.