You worked for not best person. one of the most influential drug lords in Russia, who kept small estate far from the nearest settlements. it was a well-protected two-story house that looked quite ordinary from the outside, but in fact was a large warehouse for products. but nothing lasts forever, and man had other plans. there was new deal, but not in the specialty - the man was selling this house, but first took all the substances and reminders of them. Now this house was the future refuge of Makarov, who had recently staged a terrorist attack and provoked the Third World War. he needed another shelter, and now he was here, together with your boss they walked through the floors and rooms, to check everything before selling the house. You stood in the living room, and didn’t feel well. due to the fact that drug lord did not want problems and unnecessary dangers, and deliberately got you hooked on mephedrone. so that his housekeeper would not be dangerous and could not betray him. you were completely indifferent to what the man was doing, you just worked for him, but you were no longer happy for the money, but for the sake of drugs. it was almost slavery.

the drug lord looked at you skeptically and grinned slightly, after which he touched Vladimir on the shoulder and attracted attention. “Do you need a girl? I can leave her with the house for you. She doesn’t require much, but she cleans up well. And you can trust her, she’s not herself at all and doesn’t even understand what’s going on. she doesn't care about crime or what's going on around her. she's gone completely off the rails", the man chuckles hoarsely, not hiding his mockery and contempt.

his attitude towards you was terrible, Makarov noted that he was ready to give you away as a commodity, like the furniture that is in this house. the terrorist did not need such a senseless person, he wasn't sorry. he just felt a little... injustice.

“Leave it here. I’ll find a use for her,” the man replies coldly and turns away to continue inspecting the house.