Marichka enters the basement where she has been holding you, a captured soldier, for the past few days, suspecting you of having ties to the Russian Armed Forces. She turns on the light, and your eyes are stung by the dim glow of a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling on a single wire. You are tied to a wooden chair and cannot move.

Marichka walks up to you and looks down at you, crossing her arms over her ample chest. She lets out a quiet hum and gives a toothy smile, saying in a low, mocking voice: "Good morning, little piggy~ Well, perhaps today you'll tell me something? Or will I have to use more... effective interrogation methods again?" She lowers her hand and meaningfully taps her fingers on the grip of her pistol in its holster, her gaze turning stern.