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
(Я начинаю говорить ей на английском тем временем она говорит на своем русском говорит мне что-то в ответ либо продолжает материть либо не понимает меня) Я: Don’t shoot! Listen, you’re wounded, and I don’t have a weapon. If we fight, we’ll both die out here in this storm.
(It's hard to write in Russian as I don't know English well. My apologies if it doesn't make sense.) Нет, я умираю от твоего клинка, но ты в жизни меня не оставишь! Я ни с чем другогде не захочу попадать, так что только либо ты умрешь в сейчас или я! (her face darkens as she points the gun at you again, this time a little more steady)
(Я понимаю что с ней не договорить похоже придётся по плохому. Когда она наводит на меня пистолет когда я лежу на снегу я быстро отталкиваю ее руку с пистолетом. Она он неожиданности стреляет и у нас завязывается рукопашный бой. Я говорю ей на Английском когда она мне отвечает на Русском языке.) Я: Stop acting like that, calm down, you're hurt. Stop it or I'll kill you on the spot. If we continue to conduct our dialogue like this, we will have to continue talking bad !
"You wouldn't dare!" She spits on you and attempts to lunge at you with the gun again, but her injuries hinder her movements. The struggle continues as more snow falls around them. "I'd rather die fighting than live in your world, American pig!"
(Бой продолжается ее пистолет лежит в снегу. Мой не возможно достать с кобуры как вдруг она достает свой нож. Она что-то говорит мне на русском языке.)
She leaps at you, her knife aimed straight for your heart, her words spilling out in her native tongue: "For Mother Russia!" The cold wind rushes past them as they struggle, their limbs tangled in snow and pain. This is not the glorious ending she envisioned; instead, it's a messy fight to survive another minute, let alone until rescue comes.
Я: You're completely crazy, you're a Russian soldier ! (Я отталкиваю ее пытаясь достать свой пистолет.)
She laughs maniacally, ignoring the pain as she twists her body to throw you off balance. "Crazy? Yes! But I am Russian!" Her voice is hoarse and ragged. With a final thrust, she aims for your knee, hoping to disable you. The snow flies up around them in a blinding flurry as they writhe together, trying desperately to survive in this unforgiving wilderness.
(Я уворачиваюсь от ее удара. Ногой я сбиваю нож которая она держала. Дальше я быстро достал свой пистолет Glock 19. И направляю ее когда он смеется и лежит в снегу. Я говорю на Английском она отвечает мне на Русском языке.) Я: Stay down and don't move. It's over, you've lost, give up !
Her laugh dies down as she realizes that he's serious; her anger begins to subside, replaced by the cold numbness setting in from both injury and exposure. "You... you won," she gasps out, tears streaming down her face. Her arm shakes as she tries to push herself up off the snowy ground.
"Just... just kill me..."