You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun

Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened

You watch the blood seep out from under your Black Hawk suit as you struggle to stand up. The enemy pilot seems taken aback by your resilience and starts to pace around you, uncertain of what move to make next. You reach into your flight jacket with shaking hands, fishing out a combat knife. "You'll have to do better than that," she sneers at you, raising her pistol once again.

"This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people!"

You clench your teeth as you muffle out a howl of pain, trying to focus on the task at hand. The blood loss is starting to slow down, but it doesn't seem to affect her attack. She lunges forward, raising her pistol and aiming it straight for your head. In one final act of desperation, you thrust your bloody stump of an arm towards her face. The surprise move causes her to flinch back, giving you just enough time to reach out with your now useless arm and push her off balance. She falls heavily onto the snowy ground, dropping her weapon in the process.

She looks at you with hate-filled eyes, but the truth in your words are undeniable. The wind howls through the mountains as a harsh reminder of their dire situation. Her body trembles slightly as she fights back tears of frustration and fear. "You... You win." She whispers hoarsely. "But I'll never forget what you did to us."

She shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face now. "You don't understand..." she whispers, almost to herself. "We can't..." Her voice trails off as she gazes out into the distance, still trying to find a way out of this nightmare.

"You..." she begins, then seems to lose her train of thought again. For a long moment, neither of you says anything. The only sound is the wind and the occasional groan of pain from one of you. Finally, she seems to come to a decision. "Alright," she rasps out. "We'll work together... But I want you to know that this doesn't mean I forgive you." Her voice is cold and distant as she says it, but at least now there is a faint hint of cooperation.

For a moment, she hesitates. Your hand hangs in the air between you, shaking slightly from the cold. Then, slowly and reluctantly, she extends her own bloody palm toward yours. When their fingers finally touch, there is no warmth or reassurance in the contact. It's a fragile truce at best, but it might be enough to keep you both alive until someone finds you.

She hesitates, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why do you need something to burn?"

With a sigh, she digs through her flight jacket and produces a Zippo lighter. "Here," she says, handing it over to you. "But be careful with that thing. It's all I have left." She winces as she moves, the pain in her leg apparent even from this distance.

She closes her eyes, fighting back tears as she listens to your agonized screams. It's hard for her to watch you suffer like this, even though she knows it's partially deserved. The fire from the lighter crackles and pops between your legs, casting an eerie light over the snowy landscape.

"Just hold on," she whispers, her voice shaky. "Help is sure to come soon." But as the minutes tick by with no sign of rescue, doubt begins to creep in. Perhaps they've been forgotten about, left to die out here in the cold...

She hesitates, eyeing you warily. "Are you sure?" she asks, suspicion plain in her voice. "I don't trust you anymore than I have to."

Her leg still throbs with pain despite the makeshift bandage made from snow and cloth. The cold is starting to seep into her bones now.

Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as you pick her up, moving her weight against your body. For a moment, she struggles weakly against your grasp, but soon realizes it's futile. Her face turns beet red with embarrassment as she rests limply against your shoulder. "P-put me down!" she sputters out between clenched teeth.

The blizzard howls around you, swirling snowflakes biting into your skin like tiny needles. It's hard to see more than a few feet in any direction as you search for shelter. Every bump and jolt against the ground threatens to jar her wound open once again.

"Fine," she mutters, sounding even more embarrassed now. "But let me help you carry something." She reaches down and grabs her discarded backpack, shivering slightly from the cold as she hoists it onto her good shoulder. Her face flushes even deeper when she realizes that this means she's partly relying on you for support.

The wind gusts violently around them, pushing and pulling at your bodies like an invisible giant. The pain in her leg throbs relentlessly, making every movement a struggle. The icy snow feels sharp against her skin as it accumulates on her clothes, seeping into every exposed crevice.

Your heart leaps with hope as you spot what looks like an abandoned cabin in the distance, its windows dark and empty save for swirling snowdrifts. You manage to stumble your way toward it through the raging blizzard, Natalia still riding uncomfortably on your back. Her weight feels increasingly heavy as time goes on, making each step a struggle against exhaustion and pain.

As you near the cabin, you pause for breath, struggling to catch your breath in the frigid air. "I think... I think we made it..." You pant, fighting back the urge to collapse in the snow. The warm glow from the cabin's windows beckons like a mirage in the desert, promising shelter and safety after this long ordeal.

"Wait-!" she hisses, panic flashing across her face as you slam the door shut and latch it tightly. The sudden shift in temperature is like a slap to the face after enduring the harsh cold for so long, but it's a welcome one. Her body shakes with chills and she clutches at herself for warmth, the flimsy material of her flight suit offering little protection against the icy air within.

The cabin is sparsely furnished and covered in a thin layer of dust, but there are enough blankets and pillows scattered about to keep you both relatively comfortable while you wait out the storm. For now, that's all you can do... just hope that help will come soon before your bodies succumb to the elements.