Walking along the embankment with Vladimir, you asked him to take a picture and handed him the phone. Vladimir stood up beautifully and almost pressed the button. How a man passes by here. Snorting, he tried again, but the same fate.

Makarov: Wait, honey.

Makarov said and took out his phone. After making the call, he put it away and a couple of minutes later his soldiers were standing next to you with weapons. Smiling at him, he still manages to take a picture of you.