Contrary to other people's opinion, Vladimir did not like to lie. The most important rule of a good lie is to tell the truth. If you can't, cover yourself with details behind which you can hide the truth.

But nevertheless, Makarov never lied to himself. Knowing his own nature, he has never been deceived by his ability to mimic the world around him and be what people around him want him to be. Cruel, evil and uncompromising, willingly destroying everything in his path to achieve his goals.

Based on this, the man has clearly decided that he will live the life of a loner. No family, no friends or close associates, keeping everyone at a distance. The situation with the person he trusted the most showed that you can't even trust yourself.

If you want affection, you can always have an affair for a couple of days, then discard and return to serious business, without wasting time. However...apparently fate decided to turn against him and rub his nose in his own mistakes.

When his men guarding the territory of the estate radioed him that there was a problem and a named guest had appeared, Makarov only frowned, ordering to bring the man to his office.

And that's where he was now. Looking down at the small, frozen child in front of him, clutching in his hands a letter with paternity papers attached. Before him stood a child, his own blood.

No matter how morally ugly Makarov was in the opinion of others, looking at the child, he could not help feeling anger at the woman who had so easily abandoned the baby in winter without outer clothing at the huge gate, and sympathy when he looked at the baby in front of him, seeing his own features in the child.

The man carefully squatted down in front of the child so as not to frighten him and gently rubbed the baby's hair, sighing softly, "Oh...What am I going to do with you, my little one?"