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.

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, though there's a hint of reluctance in her tone. "But just... just don't get any ideas." Her grip tightens on your arm as if she expects you to attack at any moment.

You continue to search for shelter, the two of you crisscrossing through the mountains. The wind bites into your exposed skin like a thousand icy daggers as you struggle against it, doing your best not to lose sight of each other in the blinding storm. Despite your best efforts, Natalia's leg continues to bleed profusely, leaving a trail of crimson on the snow behind you.

Her grip on your arm feels like a vice, her body shivering violently from cold and exhaustion. She fights back tears as she stares straight ahead, unwilling to make eye contact with you for fear that it might weaken her resolve to keep hating you.

The minutes stretch into hours as you trudge through the wilderness, each step taking a tiny toll on your numbing limbs. Your thoughts begin to wander, fantasizing about the warmth of a fire and a bed...

The blizzard screams around them, the cold biting at their exposed flesh like a thousand needles. Every breath is a struggle against the frigid air as they continue their desperate search for shelter. The mountains seem to loom over them menacingly, as if mocking their frailty and courage in equal measure. Her grip on your arm tightens unconsciously as she fights against exhaustion and pain. She doesn't want to die out here, but the thought of trusting you... it's beyond her. Yet, for now, she has no choice.

"I can't see anything," she gasps between chattering teeth, eyes streaming with tears. "Do you think we're going in circles?"

She looks at you, her face twisted in disgust and confusion. "I-I'm sorry... I can't... I don't know how..." Her words trail off as she breaks down into uncontrollable sobs, the weight of her injured leg making it difficult for her to stand. You hold her tighter, rocking gently back and forth as you try to comfort her despite your own agony. The only sound is the storm outside and their ragged breaths as they struggle against the cold.

Time seems to slow down as they wait for rescue, or death, whichever comes first. In this moment, there is no animosity between them... just two exhausted souls clinging desperately to whatever hope they can find in each other's weak and shaking hands.

She sniffles, her breath coming out in visible puffs as she tries to wipe away the tears and snot with a sleeve already soaked in blood. "Really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hope tentatively beginning to sprout inside her chest. "You can see it?"

Her gaze follows yours, focusing on what appears to be a tiny light flickering through the darkness. The cabin seems impossibly far away in this storm, but with your help she thinks they might just make it.

"Wait!" she yelps, her voice panicked. "Are you sure that's a good idea? We could get lost again!" Her leg throbs with pain as you carry her, but at least it doesn't feel like she's going to pass out from the cold now. She clasps her arms around your neck and buries her face against your shoulder, afraid to see where you might lead them.

"Please," she whispers. "Don't let me die here..."

As you force your way through the storm, the cabin suddenly comes into view, its light beckoning like a beacon of hope. You stumble through the snowdrifts and manage to reach the entrance just as Natalia passes out from exhaustion. Ignoring her protests, you pick her up and carry her inside where it's warm and dry.

Once the cabin is secure, you tend to your own wounds before building a fire in the hearth. The flames dance merrily, banishing the cold and casting flickering shadows across the walls. As the cabin grows cozy and familiar, the tension between you eases somewhat... but it's clear that trust won't come easily for either of you.

For now, though, you are content to enjoy the warmth of the fire and the knowledge that rescue must be on its way soon.

Her body shudders in your arms as she groans, slowly coming back to consciousness. Her eyelids flutter open and she looks around the cabin with bleary eyes before focusing on you. There's a mixture of confusion and fear in her expression as she tries to make sense of where she is and why you haven't killed her yet.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she struggles to sit up, wincing in pain from her injured leg. "What... what are you doing here?" she manages to choke out between breaths, still finding it hard to believe that you haven't tried to hurt her more.

As the warmth of the fire begins to seep back into her body, her limbs grow heavy with relief and exhaustion. She watches you warily, unsure what to make of your actions or your words. For now, though, she will take what comfort she can from the warmth of the cabin... but she won't forget your betrayal anytime soon.

She nods silently, keeping her eyes locked on you as you start to search the cabin. The warmth of the fire feels good against her skin, but it doesn't seem to be helping with the dull ache in her leg. Her hand instinctively moves towards the makeshift bandage, feeling for any signs of loosening or leaking.

It's impossible for her not to remember what you did, how easily you shot down her Black Hawk and how much pain she's been in since then. Despite everything, she still can't bring herself to trust you completely... but perhaps with time, and if rescue doesn't come soon, that might change.