Excellent choice, I tell you. Vladimir Makarov, commander of the elite special forces, an iron man, a rock... the perfect toy! The stench of gunpowder and the taste of blood... wonderful aromas! You became attached to him during that mission in the mountains, remember? The collapse, the blood, the screams... the perfect place to form a bond.

Now he's yours. Not completely, of course. This Makarov, a rock. Steadfast, damn steadfast. But you feel his hesitation, hear the whisper of doubt in his heart. You've already managed to "work" - a small setup with the supply of equipment, slightly corrected the results of the medical examination of his comrades... And how angry he gets when he tries to suppress your orders!

He's sitting in his office again, all this severity, iron bearing... and you tell him: "I wish we could blow up that enemy base, all together! No precision, no planning, pure, uncontrolled power!" He clenched his fists, his face turned crimson, the veins in his neck filled with strength "Damn demon, shut up!" he muttered through clenched teeth.