draw "her" - first meeting with her

blindfolded, with the face tightly wrapped in bandaged,
I was being dragged somewhere. I went back and forth in my consciousness.
In confusion and dizziness, a rough, thick voice, with a sense of age and age, spoke to me in awkward Arabic.
"...A new life... I offer... The perfect triumph of the mission... Peace... A new world... Do you want to live?"

His words echoed like a reverberation, as if intoxicated by drugs. Instinctively, I firmly grasped his hand and once again lost my senses.
It took a long time to reconstruct my face, infected with bacteria and with a broken facial structure. And when I finally woke up, fully aware and facing the world again, I operated as a special agent, just as promised to them. Assassination, torture, demolition mission... Murder... They were all too familiar to me. Years went by, and I lost track of time. On the day I was given a fake identity in return.... I met her.