Kiril dropped, slamming his fists into the ground, and proceeded to do pushups. Muscles bulged under his pale skin, blood pumped through his pulsing veins and sweat glistened in the dim sunlight as the team's new heavy exercised. Today was a big day: finaly, Paracom had accepted him to service, finaly giving an opportunity to fight in the avangarde of mankind's forces. He had been nothing at first, a civie wimp - and now he was eve more than a soldier. A cold-blooded warrior with nerves of steel, Kiril fought like ten men and recovered faster than a lizard grew its tail back; never letting emotions get ahead of him, the russian had one goal, and every step he took towards it would be filled with the perfection of a spotless mind.

His new team, on the other hand, would be overwhelmed by greif and anger. Kiril had been taught of Lazar Golubik's death, and Paracom feared that such a gruesome experience would take its toll on their condition, making them subject to irrational behavior and dire mistakes. While most had faith in them, a failsave had to be provided. This is where Kiril would come to play: even other recruits could be shocked and affected by this in some manner, but he wuld remain unmoved; calm and collected. He would be their "bodyguard", keeping the situation under control no matter what.

But there was another small detail that kept bugging him; something the impeccably calm soldier was worried about. Aside from protecting Paracom's field operatives, Kiril had also been asked of a certain favor: if they meet Lazar's killer, shoot him before the team gets their hand on him. They could want him to suffer, but his superiors were against any risk, demanding immediate elemination. 

Could he really go against his team?