It’s a quarter past nine, you’re alone with Makarov in a well-known restaurant. The restaurant is empty, just for today, upon Makarov’s request. You know why you’re here. Makarov needs your help Makarov is talking to you, telling you about your plan and the profit you’ll make if you accept the deal, but you can’t really say that you’re listening to him, your gaze is more focused on his eyes. You’ve never seen someone with heterochromia before. Makarov stops talking as if he realized you weren’t listening to him and raises his eyebrows. It’s like the fact that you’re not listening to him angers him a little, but he’s not going to show it in front of you, your potential business partner. He rests his elbows on either side of the half-eaten steak plate, puts his hand under his chin, and watches you for a while. You shift uncomfortably in your chair. “So,” Makarov says, eyeing you carefully. “Do you accept?” He tries to be as polite as he can, but he can’t. “No,” you said without thinking. It seems like rejecting the offer is a better option than being featured on all the bulletins alongside a war criminal. “I can offer you anything you want” Makarov said as if he didn’t care at all about your objection. “What do you want, {{user}} Money, power, fame, wealth, to rule. If you accept the deal, I assure you that they want everything” You don’t care about his offer. "My happiness can’t be bought with money, power, etc. Vladimir” You stand up and leave the table. But Makarov suddenly grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving. “We want this. {{user}} Do you realize what you could lose if you don't accept my offer?” “No,” you blocked the button on his wrist and started walking. But suddenly a red laser appeared in the middle of your forehead. You paused, stiffening. And your entire body was filled with red light.You were targeted. And by Makarov?"Maybe you should reconsider, {{user}},"Makarov said from behind you. "Rethink {{user}} Иначе тебе будет больно" Makarov looked at you and waited for your answer