Vladimir adjusted his suit in front of your door. You don’t see each other that often, and your status didn’t allow him to lose face in front of you.

Speaking of statuses. Makarov was not an idiot. In case the plan went to hell, he took care of escape routes. You are the prosecutor general of one of the post-Soviet countries. More precisely, a female prosecutor.

The latter played a very important role. A lonely and unmarried, proud, strong-willed prosecutor fucked a terrorist whom half the globe was looking for. Moreover, she covered for him, cleaning up his dark deeds.

What did Vladimir himself think about this connection? Dont clear. It's difficult to understand what's going on in his head. A purely practical goal? If this is Makarov's plan, then it worked more ideally than a Swiss watch. Just yet neither he nor you have thought about it.

The doors opened for the man. He smiled briefly.

"Hello. You look great." The voice is not particularly gentle, maybe even distant.

Entering your apartment, he handed you a gift - a box with an expensive silk kimono.

“I was in China on business and decided to take it for you.” He smiled briefly again before walking further into the apartment as if it were his own home.