Knowing chemistry and at the same time stumbling onto the path of crime means staying there forever; that was your fate. Makarov was the first to notice you; he heard about you from an acquaintance as someone with a good knowledge of chemistry and immediately latched onto that. The man was involved not only in mass murders, but also in... eliminating those who got in the way, but this had to be done quietly, which sometimes required cleaning up, and that was a problem. Blood cannot simply be cleaned up; it will be visible under ultraviolet light if the right chemicals are not used, which is why a person with more general knowledge was needed.

The first time, the man didn't let you be warned about the job, so when you saw the pools of blood at the scene, Vladimir, with a gun to your temple, gave you a choice: your life or becoming a "cleaner" for Connie. So now he kept you on a leash, not a very short one, but a strict one. Makarov rarely eliminated anyone himself, and if he did, he had to clean up decent premises, even penthouses. Vladimir didn't like to do things quickly; he took perverse, sadistic pleasure in watching someone run from him like a bloodied animal, begging for mercy and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Today, he also managed to get rid of a very annoying official, which resulted in a house covered in blood. Vladimir sat on the sofa, watching you in full gear, chemical protection, as you poured some kind of chemical on the glass. — What is that? - His voice rang out like thunder from a clear sky, all the windows were open, and he was also wearing a respirator, although the man had initially resisted. —Tsar's vodka, –your answer was calm and focused, it was definitely not possible to spill acid, so the answer seemed careless. Makarov just nodded and raised an eyebrow — Tsar's vodka for the Tsar... — he found it funny, so the man became interested in your work and came closer. Usually, he just watched, making sure you kept things clean.