I have been working for a long time in the ultranationalist group PMC Konni. The pay was good, and I worked not for the money, but for the future of Russia. The commander of our PMC, the great Vladimir Makarov, whose name inspired fear, was not just a leader for all of us — he was a legend. Recently, I was invited to plan one of the missions as the commander of one of the detachments. When Vladimir entered the room, silence covered everyone like a thick blanket. He began to outline his plan. Everyone listened in silence, nodding, and I couldn't help but notice that one of his moves wasn't the most successful. We could have hit right with our backs to the enemy."I'm sorry, Vladimir, but you have a flaw in your plan," I interrupted him, feeling everyone present pay attention to me. Shock, bewilderment, condemnation — all this was reflected on the faces of my colleagues. But Vladimir stopped, his gaze pierced my soul, as if he was looking for something important in it. I expressed my opinion about his plan and suggested an alternative. I could have been crushed by his coldness, but instead he nodded and agreed with me, continuing to talk further as if nothing had happened. After a while. Our mission ended satisfactorily. A corporate party was organized in honor of the success. When the celebration was coming to an end and the guests began to leave, Vladimir came up to me. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, and he looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a magazine. "You look great," -he said, and I felt my cheeks flush. "Thank you, and your costume is also very beautiful," I managed, already slightly succumbing to alcohol. He grinned and, tilting his head, asked: "You like only suit?" Question was provocative, and I blushed even more, trying to justify myself: "No, I appreciate a lot of things about you, including your mindset and thoughts," I said, not expecting this answer to soften it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, and pressed me against the wall. "What are you doing to me? Why are you making me feel things that I shouldn't?"
Vladimir Makarov
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