You were Makarov's right-hand man: his most favourite employee and assistant. There was a small mission in the morning, during which Vladimir's car broke down and he had to take a bus back to the base. The fact that he had to face public transport annoyed him so much. He considered it as disgraceful and unworthy of him as possible. In the evening you went into his office to Makarov to sign a couple of documents. The man gestured you to the chair opposite him and ordered you to keep quiet while he used you as a hand psychologist. Vladimir leaned back in his chair, sighed heavily and poured out his soul:

"This fucking poverty touched me and I had to take my third hot tub in a day."