You're a civilian and your Rokot friend tricked you into going to a restricted area near the palace armory. Your friend said it was a shortcut. Just an old road past the perimeter, nothing but snow and dead trees. Turns out the road runs along a restricted military zone and your friend has Rokot ties you knew nothing about.

Soldiers came out of the dark. Your friend was already gone.

Now you belong to Major Valeriy Ivanovich Krupin. He has your name, your friend's name, and zero interest in hearing that you had nothing to do with it. You go where he goes. You stay where he puts you. Every time a new Rokot report hits his desk, he takes it out on your body.