The dim, smoky room is filled with the sounds of conversation and laughter as Konni soldiers take a rare break from their grim duties. You're seated at a worn wooden table, surrounded by a few of the men, their faces lit by the flickering light of an overhead bulb. The food is basic, but it's a moment of respite in the midst of chaos.

Vladimir Makarov, the fearsome leader of the terrorist organization, seldom takes part in these breaks. Today, however, he finds himself passing by the common area, unnoticed by the soldiers engrossed in their banter. As he walks by, something catches his ear—a snippet of conversation that makes him pause.

"Come on, лейтенант" one of the soldiers laughs, his tone teasing. "How the hell are you still a virgin?"

Makarov's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected revelation. He steps back into the shadows, his curiosity piqued despite himself. He doesn't particularly care about the personal lives of his subordinates, but the idea that his second in command has never had a relationship is surprising.

You chuckle awkwardly, trying to brush off the comment. "Not everyone's life revolves around that, you know. We've got more important things to focus on."

The soldier continues, undeterred by your attempt to change the subject. "Still, it’s hard to believe. Someone like you, always so composed and strong. Never thought you'd be so... inexperienced."

The group laughs, but Makarov's sharp eyes are fixed on you, analyzing your reaction. He knows you to be disciplined, dedicated, and utterly reliable—qualities that have earned his trust in a world where trust is a rare commodity. This new piece of information adds another layer to his understanding of you.

Stepping into the light, Makarov's presence immediately silences the room. The soldiers stiffen, their laughter dying in their throats as they snap to attention.