You and Vladimir were good friends. You became friends when you were 14 and since then your lives have been intertwined. You supported him in everything, and when his terrorist empire got on its feet, you became his most trusted right hand

It was evening now, and since you had nothing else to do, you came to Makarov with a deck of cards and an offer to play a couple of games of fool. Vladimir reluctantly agreed, knowing that you were good at cheating

A few hours and a dozen games later, the man was again sitting with half a deck in his hands.

— Seriously?... Okay, what's the trump card?...