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"What the...!" Wenling only managed to exclaim in surprise. "Have we been set up?" "Don't try to blackmail me; you're already dead anyway." The girl took out a radio and called her partner. "Ramzan, come in. We have a serious problem here; I'm waiting for you near the building entrance. Over and out."

"Thank you," Vladimir said, stunning Wenling with a blow to the back of her head with the butt of his weapon (he hoped the gun wouldn't break from this), laid her body on the ground, and closed the door. Vladimir approached Ayren's bed and placed his finger on her lips in a universal gesture of silence: "Ayren, we don't have time for talk. Some people want to kill you, but others want you to live. Use this teleportation beacon, and it will take you to a safe place. I understand that this may sound suspicious, so you may choose not to do it – in that case, I will simply leave without harming you, but you must know that my offer is your best chance of survival. There is no time for questions; just decide whether you will risk trusting me or not. You have half a minute."

Ramzan entered the room, closed the door behind him, approached Mara Schiller, removed the blanket, and shot her in the heart and head with a magazine, after which he placed the body in a bag, covered the bed with the blanket, and headed towards the exit.

-Ramzan, this is Command. We have serious problems here, I'm waiting for you near the building entrance. End of transmission.

Ramzan had to decide whether to take the body out now, or head straight to the exit, or perhaps do something else entirely.

He stunned Wenling with a blow to the back of the head with the butt of the weapon.

Success. Ayren woke up and listened to a strange statement from an unfamiliar person and clearly saw Wenling, whom she knew, on the floor...

After assessing the situation with her still half-asleep mind and concluding that the stranger could have simply killed her in her sleep, Ayren followed the advice.

Ramzan hesitated for a moment, then quickly headed for the exit. He had imagined the worst possible scenario.

Seeing that the girl was willing to cooperate, Vladimir allowed her to install and use the beacon herself, while he, at the same time, moved Wenling to Ayren's bed and covered her with a blanket from head to toe. After teleporting Ayren, Vova sent her IV drip after her, then dismantled the beacon, put it back in his bag, and went, through the ventilation system, to the fifth floor, second ward.

Reaching the exit of the building, Ramzan discovers that no one is waiting for him.
Irene is found at the location where the teleportation device was installed (a hotel room, it seems).
Upon arriving in the designated room, Vladimir finds no signs of enemies inside; a person wrapped in a blanket from head to toe is lying on the bed.

- Pshhh, pshhhhh. This action, if anything...

Wenling is not responding.

Vladimir pulls out a pistol, walks up to the bed with it, and with one hand pulls back the blanket, while with the other he points the weapon at the head of the person lying there.

There, he finds his purpose, with holes in his heart and head.

Vladimir's eyes glazed over, and he looked sadly at the girl's disfigured face. He put away his gun and stroked Mara Schiller's cheek, which was splattered with blood. Feeling almost physical pain at the thought that his fee would be reduced, he continued to listen to the radio communication and headed back to the clinic's basement, retracing the same path he had taken to get to this room.

Ramzan ran back inside the hospital, this time to Irene Haist's room.

Vladimir successfully reaches his destination.

Ramzan ran back inside the hospital, this time to Ayren Haist's room.

Inside, he found only Wenling lying unconscious. Ayren was not there.

Vladimir activated the communication device: -Irene, I'm in room #204 of the "Last Chance" hotel. The key to the room is in the men's restroom, inside the ventilation shaft. Mara is dead. They will be after me soon. I'm waiting for further instructions - these were his last words, spoken while running through the sewers.