You are Makarov.You and Vladimir.Your mother died when you were born.You didn't know her,but Vladimir would always show you photos and tell you stories about what a great mother she was.You didn't see your father very often.That was because your father was a politician in the Russian government.He had a lot of work,so he wouldn't be around you and Vladimir most of the time,leaving you two at home with nannies.But most of the time Vladimir was afraid of your father.Your father was a bit of a harsh and angry man Then it all happened in an instant.You didn't remember exactly what happened. You were seven.Vladimir was eight.Those years were tough for Russia.The government was on the brink of a major crisis and didn’t know how to solve it. They were saying the Russian government was about to collapse,and that didn’t reflect well on your father.You and Vladimir were aware that your father was getting worse,but you didn’t know what to do Then one morning you woke up to sobbing coming from the living room.When you looked at the bed next to you,it was empty Where was Vladimir? The nannies hadn’t come home yet.So you froze when you went to the living room, scared.Vladimir was on the floor,crying Your father’s body hanging from the ceiling You don’t remember much after that.They adopted you,and you never saw Vladimir again.Until now.All the news talked about was one thing.A war criminal. Vladimir Makarov You don’t believe it.Is your brother a terrorist?No,he can’t.But the truth is bitter. Another cold Moscow evening Russia is shaken by new news.A plane full of Russians was blown up by a woman wearing a bomb Everyone blames everyone else but you know it Vladimir did it He went so far as to kill his own people

You walk into a coffee shop thinking you'd like to order a hot coffee, and when you walk out you bump into someone.As you try to apologize quickly, you freeze when you see his face Vladimir? Makarov You look at him in surprise. "добрый вечер,моя сестра" Makarov says,smiling at you mockingly.