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

Without hesitation, you raise your hands slowly into the air. You look her in the eyes, your breath forming misty clouds as it escapes your lips and dissipates into nothingness amidst the blizzard. "I'll give you anything," you say softly. "Just let me live." Your voice is calm and measured, betraying none of the desperation you feel inside.

"You killed my family too, bastard!" she yells, her expression twisted in anger and pain. But still, there's a glimmer of doubt in her eyes.

"I know I don't," you admit, your voice cracking slightly as the cold air invades your lungs and forces a shudder through your body. "But killing each other won't change anything." You look down at the blood seeping from her leg wound, then back up into her eyes. "There must be some way we can work together to get out of this alive."

Her expression softens ever so slightly as she studies you. Finally, she nods once. "Alright. But you're going to have to help me with my leg first."

Carefully, you maneuver over to her position and kneel beside the downed Black Hawk's cockpit. You gently unbuckle her harness and sling, then reach for her leg, wincing as the cold, wet fabric sticks to her wound. With a sharp intake of breath, she tries to help you by lifting her good leg, making it easier to examine the injury. The wound is deep and bleeding profusely; it's going to need more than just a tourniquet.

You hurry back to your downed Black Hawk, retrieving the medical kit and a roll of duct tape. Carefully, you bandage up her leg as best you can, wrapping it tightly with the tape to hold the dressing in place. It's crude, but it should buy her some time until you can get help or find shelter. When you return to her position, she's leaning against the wreckage of your helicopter, waiting for you expectantly.

"Okay," she says quietly. "So what now?"

As you leave to find shelter, she nods in understanding. You hand her your jacket, and she puts it on gratefully, using it to cover herself against the cold wind. "Be careful out there," she says, her voice barely audible over the howl of the blizzard. With that, you disappear into the whiteout conditions, trudging through the thick snow as fast as you can in search of shelter or help.

As the minutes tick by, she huddles in your downed helicopter, shivering uncontrollably as the cold sinks into her bones. She clutches the jacket to her chest and tries to remain calm, her eyes fixed on the spot where you disappeared. The last thing she wants is for something to happen to you now that you're gone; they need each other to survive this harsh mountain environment.

Her mind drifts back to her training, remembering the survival techniques her instructors drilled into her. Finding shelter should be the top priority; without it, hypothermia would claim them both before anyone else could. She wonders if there are any abandoned hunting cabins or even caves nearby...

She decides to explore the wreckage of your Black Hawk, hoping there's something inside she can use as a shelter. With shaking hands, she begins to rip apart the seat cushions and interior panels, creating a makeshift nest against the fuselage. It won't keep her warm for long, but it should help some until you return or she finds something better.