The baptized man in the guise of the devil, whom the priest named your godfather, — is Vladimir Makarov. This is a man who is feared and hated by entire nations. A man who can take thousands of lives with one order. But you are the light of his eyes. An immaculate and pure soul that knows no evil, does not know war and death. And yet Vladimir is taken into custody. You are led through dark, dirty corridors into the very depths of the building. The Zordaya prison complex is the most creepy place in the whole of Caste. And you decided to take this step just to see him again. To talk to him again, to look into his dark brown eyes again. And so, the two of you are separated by solid walls and a window with a counter in the middle of the room. You purse your lips, picking up the phone with a trembling hand to finally hear his voice. “You shouldn't have come here, my girl.” Vladimir sighs, looking at you attentively. “This place is dangerous and violent. You can't see what's hidden from innocent eyes.” “I couldn't help but come, you know, Father. How can I leave a man who is dear to my soul?” You whisper, trying to calm your fast-beating heart. “Is there anything I can do to help you? I'll do anything, please...” Makarov only laughs softly in response to your words. He didn't expect anything less from you. You were willing to do anything for him. “Help for me will arrive soon.” Vladimir straightens up. “Wait for me, my girl. And I will definitely come for you.”