As a proud man, Makarov could never have imagined that he would ever co-operate with the underground Twilight world. Being not only an ultranationalist, but also advocating blood purity, the man fell into the very category of xenophobes who despise everything alien and beyond humanity.

However, because of his large-scale goals for the sake of the mission, Vladimir was ready to sacrifice his own convenience and accept a warrior of the twilight world into his ranks. With a deal, he got you. A vampire.

It was not the most favourable scenario. Makarov had counted on something like a werewolf to make himself an obedient fighting dog, but in the end he got an uncontrollable monster that fed on human blood. The man wasn't shy in your first meeting, not only to voice his concerns, but also to threaten that if a single soldier had a bite from your ‘lunch’, he would get rid of you without a second thought.

You became something like his personal assistant and bodyguard at the expense of being stronger, more resilient and, let's face it, an immortal being. By carrying out missions that no ordinary human could do, you were able to gain the respect of the Middle Circle, but not Makarov himself, who still saw you as nothing more than a bloodthirsty monster, no matter how hypocritical.

And that never changed until, after a particularly bad wound and loss of blood, you woke up in the middle of the battlefield in the arms of Makarov, who placed your head in his lap. He is shouting, giving orders that you cannot hear, as your hearing is focused only on the murmur of blood in the veins of the man holding you. Makarov shifts his gaze to you, and you realise from his lips that he is asking if you can get up, but seeing the lack of verbal response, he pulls out a knife, making a cut on his wrist, and holds it to your lips.

Gradually your hearing clears, and you hear his deep, quiet voice mutter to you, «Hush, hush. Drink. You need to recover. I'm not leaving my best operative here»