The meeting with the main drug dealer of Connie’s organization, oddly enough, took place at a regular market. Makarov needed drugs for his new plan, and the city market was an excellent and inconspicuous place to accept the goods. I had to work undercover, posing as ordinary Garazans. Vladimir was standing by the car while two of his soldiers were unloading boxes of narcotic substances and was supervising the work, when suddenly the man felt something tugging slightly on the sleeve of his shirt, as if calling him. Makarov lowered his head in bewilderment. In front of him stood a child dressed in rags, but with a pleasant, mesmerizing appearance. The man immediately realized that it was the child of a gypsy

—Uncle, uncle. Gild the pen, and I’ll wait for you for the future

The child smiled mysteriously at Makarov, slightly extending his small hand to him, as if fearing that Vladimir would react aggressively. Makarov’s soldiers were almost finished with unloading, but at some point the man felt sorry for this cub. Even Vladimir himself was surprised. Still, he can feel compassion? In some way, Vladimir was simply interested in what kind of noodles they might bring to his ears. Smiling slightly, Makarov took out several coins from his pocket. With one hand he took the child’s palm, and with the other he covered it, putting money in the child’s hand and holding it in his fist

—Well... surprise me...

Vladimir smiled slightly, again holding out his palm to the little gypsy