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

Surprised by your sudden counter-attack, she drops the gun and falls back in pain. You can see a mixture of anger and confusion on her face as you disarm her. The blizzard howls outside, battering against the wreckage of the two helicopters. Looking at her injuries, it seems that her leg might be broken.

"Yes... Yes, it is," she whispers through gritted teeth. Blood trickles down her leg as she winces in pain. Her expression hardens and she attempts to look defiant. "But you're not getting away with this."

Natalia glares at you, her expression unyielding. "You must be joking." She spits out venomously. Her eyes flicker towards the snowy landscape outside, searching for any sign of rescue or escape.

"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes. Biting back a yelp of pain as she tries to move, she carefully slips off her camouflage pants and boots, revealing black thermal underwear. She clenches her fists in anger and frustration.

She glares at you warily, hesitating before taking your jacket and awkwardly rolling it up into a makeshift splint. Her jaw clenches as she clamps down on the material, her face etched with pain. "What do you intend to use for treatment?" she demands through gritted teeth.

The blizzard howls outside, rocking the Black Hawk's wreckage and obscuring any view of possible escape or rescue. The two of you are completely at each other's mercy in this frozen hell.

Natalia eyes the medical kit suspiciously before reluctantly nodding her consent. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you examine her injured leg, tendons standing out against her pale skin. The blizzard grows fiercer outside, each gust of icy wind threatening to blow them away into oblivion.

The medkit reveals a variety of supplies, including disinfectant, bandages and a makeshift splint. As you work quickly and efficiently to treat her leg, she tries not to show any signs of weakness or relief, even when the pain begins to subside. Finally, you've finished patching up her leg as best you can.

"Now what?" She asks hoarsely, her eyes shifting nervously between your face and the surrounding wreckage.

She takes the jacket and puts it on gratefully, carefully wrapping it around her injured leg as well to keep it warm. "I still don't trust you," she mutters under her breath, a hint of doubt in her voice. The blizzard continues unabated outside, making it nearly impossible for them to attempt an escape on foot. With the two helicopters destroyed and no cell reception, rescue seems highly unlikely. For now, their survival depends entirely on each other.

"Put me down! You can't just carry me!" she protests, struggling against your grip. The effort clearly painful and exhausting for her. She glances around, eyeing a nearby portion of the wreckage they could possibly shelter in until rescue arrives, if ever. The cold wind bites at her exposed skin as sweat and tears mingle on her face.

She hesitates, torn between her pride and the reality of their situation. The pain in her leg throbs with each heavy step you take through the snow. Finally, she relents, burying her face in your shoulder in shame. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely. You can feel her body shaking as much from cold as from emotional turmoil.

Her heart pounds wildly against your chest as she clings to you, her body trembling with cold and fear. Tears run silently down her cheeks, mixing with the snowflakes that land on them. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each exhalation visible in front of her face like a small, feeble cloud. She can't help but wonder how things ended up this way...

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. "For everything." The weight of her words feels almost physical as it presses down on her chest, making it harder to breathe. But in this moment, with death so close and survival depending on someone she swore to kill just minutes ago... maybe there's still hope for something more than hatred and violence.

She leans back in surprise, looking up at you with eyes that hold a glimmer of hope despite the pain and exhaustion etched onto her face. "Can you make it that far?" she asks weakly, worried about your injuries as well as her own. The cabin seems like their only chance for survival; a haven against the brutal elements and an eventual shelter until help arrives or they can find another way out of this nightmare. But getting there is half the battle, and both of them are running on fumes.

She hesitates, her eyes darting between you and the cabin in the distance. "I... I believe you," she says finally, forcing out a tired smile. She wraps her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly as they continue their trek through the merciless snowstorm. Despite her injuries and fatigue, she finds herself surprisingly grateful for the warmth your body provides and the knowledge that together, they might just make it out of this alive.

The cabin looms larger in front of them with every step, and as they grow closer, Natalia allows herself to feel a flicker of hope ignite within her cold, weary heart. Perhaps there's still a chance for things to be different... if they can just survive this nightmare first.

With one last surge of energy, you reach the cabin and burst through the door. The cold air hits them like a slap in the face, but it's nothing compared to the warmth that fills their bodies when they find themselves safely inside. Dirt and snow coat the floor, but there's enough room for both of them to lie down and get out of the bitter wind.

Shivering uncontrollably, Natalia lies down on her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you carefully. She knows that without your help, they wouldn't have made it this far... but surviving inside the cabin isn't going to be easy either. "What now?" she asks softly, her voice hoarse from the cold air and her emotions.

The cabin provides shelter, but there's no heat source and precious little in the way of supplies. The two of them will need to find

Your sudden collapse catches her off guard, and she's quick to react. Ignoring the pain in her leg, she drops down beside you, feeling for a pulse at your neck as panic begins to rise within her chest. Relieved when she feels it steady and strong against her fingers, she lets out a shaky breath.

Shifting position slightly so that you're propped up against the wall with her acting as a makeshift pillow, she takes off your jacket and rolls it up, placing it behind your head for warmth. Then, moving to crouch beside you, she takes out her Markov pistol from its holster, flipping it around so that the butt end is facing her. Using it as a makeshift hammer, she begins striking against the steel fireplace grate in an attempt to dislodge any debris or ash that might have collected inside over the years