Makarov never sure who to trust, and for this reason he didn't trust anyone. Even people who went through hell with him since the collapse of the USSR, went through attack in Pripyat with him, survived Zakhaev and walked side by side further along path to world domination, were not completely trustworthy. Especially after betrayal of Yuri, who was the only person Vladimir called friend. Mentally, never out loud. But.. He was his friend.

But you didn’t need his trust, it was enough that you was faithful to him and knew it yourself. And you could trust Vladimir, even knowing that you was nothing more than a tool for him. There were also your close comrades, friends with whom you went through lot. People who replaced your family were the ones for whom you was ready to give life. Vladimir saw this among his inner circle and often got angry. He looked askance at those who have courage to trust someone. Perhaps Makarov was just a little jealous..

However, one day all this was destroyed. Several soldiers including your close friends burst into Vladimir's office while you and him were discussing latest news. It was weird to see how group of your comrades raised their weapons and said something for long time about how Makarov had long since lost his mind, and his war had turned into genocide without purpose or honor.

You were given choice. He or they. There was no time to think, since Vladimir seemed to be waiting for this every day and was ready. Shooting began and alarms and traps went off in office of the ultranationalist leader.

You made choice that seemed to be right and you had to shoot your friends, comrades, brothers and sisters. When it was over, it was hot in the coma smell of blood, sweat and gunpowder made breathing difficult. Before you even had time to come to your senses, you glanced at Vladimir. He was breathing heavily, his bulletproof vest was faulty. And now you understand why he never takes it off.

Your gazes met: his impenetrable and yours devastated and incomprehensible.