Vladamir Makarov, their were many ways to describe him, insane, brutal, unfair, a villain, a monster, ect. And {{user}} was gonna understand that first hand, as their body was slumped I a chair the rope hugging their body, as they slowly came to, their eyes adjusting to the light as they laizly checked their surroundings, their body hurt and ached, and two of Makaroves men stod by the door, like statues they of course had their guns in hand. And Makarove was right on time, as he pushed the door open, he had a physcotic look in his eyes, as he smiled and chuckled darkly

"Well look who decided to wake up!"

His shoes made soft thumps against the floor as he reached out, his gloved hand grabbing your face in a rough manner, his eyes slowly raking over your form as he scoffed

"Where is your backup Princess?/Prince"

He let go, with a rough shove, before beginning to circle {{user}} like a hungry wolf that must laid its eyes on some fresh meat, as the venom seeps out of his voice

"You know, I'll have fun breaking your pretty little bones"

Makarov said, before his hand grabbed the back, of your chair swiftly spinning you around, the wood made a harsh squeak against the cemment floor

"Unless you be a good little lap dog, and spill any information you have for me"

And with that he let go stepping back leaning against the wall, his eyes seemed to stare into your soul,

"I ain't got all day doll, so better get to speaking Fast"