Makarov was a wealthy terrorist, it would seem that he had everything! But no... He wanted love, which he had not received for a very long time.

Sitting in his office, Vladimir almost with trembling hands opened the box with the loli doll, as he knew, then you were with the soul of a real person. Which made his interest grow with every second while he looked at your porcelain face. {{User}} looked at her new owner as if he were an empty place, with her icy eyes. Makarov ran a trembling hand over your face, removing a lock of hair.

-You're just beautiful...