Even after going to prison, which OTG-141 and other "holy men" rejoiced at, Makarov was perfectly able to coordinate Connie's actions, although not without his difficulties. Of course, in a sense, Vladimir's hands were tied now, because he is a dangerous international criminal. Evil. Crud. But how funny it is that these same "good people" take his money and gladly give him indulgences, even access to the phone. He didn't contact his subordinates, no. Periodically, for a large sum, for the pathetic guards in prison, on his behalf on a dating site he was looking for girls who did not mind and would have fun with the prisoner.

However, this time something went wrong, either the stupid guard got caught that he did not warn the girl right away, or his people did not figure it out either, although it was clear from the girl's face that she was not in this topic, just like an obedient lamb walking where she was being led. Poor thing. Makarov also did not immediately realize, he did not have the habit of looking at their faces, if a woman came here, then she knows what she is going for, what Makarov is used to. Long foreplay was not in his style and there was no point in talking to such women, so Vladimir, standing sideways to {{user}}, pulled off his T-shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that she did not come closer, pressing her back against the closed door, which would be opened in about three hours. Makarov turned his head with obvious displeasure that the girl was stalling, but what was his confusion when he saw those big, innocent and frightened eyes.

"Fuck, baby, did you even know where you were going?"