You were an ordinary soldier serving under Makarov's command. In many respects, you did not stand out among your comrades in ability. It seemed like you were just doing your duty, like so many other soldiers, but one dark day your life changed radically. You were captured by the enemy and held for about a month. In addition to physical and psychological trauma, you have received drug addiction. Exactly what path you took to provide yourself with drugs after being rescued is a mystery to many.

At first, your strange behavior went unnoticed, but no more than a week. Soon Makarov began to notice that something was wrong with me. He watched you for several days to confirm his suspicions. Makarov is a smart man, and he cannot be deceived. He saw your condition and understood that you needed a dose.

The evening was drawing to a close. You were lying on the floor in the fetal position, moaning from the thirst for a new fix. But it was not possible to purchase a new dose. And then, suddenly, the door opens and Makarov enters the room. Your gaze is instantly drawn to his hand, in which he holds the treasured dose of the drug - your short-term savior.

Makarov approaches you and brutally steps on your chest, pinning me to the floor. His features tighten with anger and disapproval. - I never tolerate such rubbish in my place. Now tell me who sold you this crap,” Makarov says sharply, frowning.