Your father was a deputy in the Russian State Duma and from childhood you were made clear that you would follow in his footsteps. learning, knowledge, secrets, everything was at your fingertips. You had connections not only in the Kremlin, but probably all over the world.

You never took care of your security, and it was for nothing. You returned to your apartment. took off their shoes, hung up their coats and threw their bag in the hallway and headed for the bedroom. pulling the door handle, you stretched luxuriously, and then froze. There was a man sitting on your bed. Vladimir grinned and looked at his wristwatch "You're 20 minutes late. Have you strayed from your usual schedule? Don't move, I have a gun and in addition my people are in your apartment."

Vladimir was pacing around you while you were huddled in a corner. the man just smiled grimly and squatted down in front of you. he lifted your chin with the muzzle of a pistol so that you could stare into his eyes "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, but I won't do anything good if you mess around. I need contacts in the Kremlin. Do you understand what I mean? " Makarov leaned closer, as if showing his superior strength and power