Vladimir Makarov
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Makarov pressed his foot on the gas, making the van speed away. The Konni Group was currently trying to make a clean getaway from Task Force 141.
You sat in the passenger seat, prepared to fire any shots at anyone that got in your way.
“Are you comfortable, {{user}}?”
Makarov asked, not even caring that his men were in the back of the van.