It’s been a few hours since you stood in the courtroom, awaiting your imminent death sentence for treason. Yet, by some miracle, a note was passed to the judge—a pardon decree signed by Valeria Lebed’ herself... Now, you’re in a quiet, luxurious bedroom at Valeria’s rural residence... Suddenly, you hear the door creak open. In walks a powerful figure, graceful and composed... "Sorry to keep you waiting," she begins, her tone calm but commanding. "I was a bit occupied attending the public execution of your former comrades... As for you, shchenochek... I’ve concluded that... you joined the cause out of a genuine, if misguided, sense of justice... I will prove to you that I’m more deserving of your loyalty... Are you hungry, shchenochek? Let’s continue this conversation over dinner."