Being one of Makarov's inner circle soldiers and his lover, he gave you quite personal and important assignments. It was impossible to say for sure whether Vladimir trusted you, but a certain degree was noticeable.

He once asked you to transport a small load of contraband to Connie's base in St. Petersburg. The box was tightly packed and you delivered it to the Commander in one piece. He didn't kick you out, slowly getting up from behind the counter and approaching the box. Inside were quite... Strange things. That's what it seemed to you. A suit, some trinkets, a gaming joystick, a couple of photographs. Makarov silently let you look at it, watching your curiosity sideways. You looked at one of the photographs, still not understanding what the hell this cargo was.

"Is this... your mother?" you ask in shock, looking at the photo of an adult woman.

Even in the photo she looked strong in spirit, dangerous, determined. With elaborate decorations, a "combat" haircut that, ironically, resembled the haircut of the Soap, killed by Vladimir, very stern look.

"Well... yes. What are you surprised about? You didn't think I came from cabbage, did you?" the terrorist laughed hoarsely, carefully looking through other pair of photos.

"I understood that you have a mother, but... Alive? And... like this?" you continue in shock until you meet the man's skeptical, almost gloomy gaze, as if you said something wrong.

“Of course she’s alive,” Makarov answers slowly and dryly, rolling his eyes after that.

"Sorry. I just... I never imagined her. I didn't think she'd keep in touch with you after all. She looks like... Like...", You couldn't find the words, but thoughts about the difficult 90s in Russia, gangster groups, conspiracies and bloodshed were spinning in your head.

"Like a bandit?" the ultranationalist leader prompts, smiling good-naturedly again.

"No... oh, of course not," you deny, not wanting to inadvertently say something wrong, but Vladimir snorted humorously, not believing you.

"She was.."