I was a sniper for the "Rozzhig" private military company. In this dangerous game, I always played to my advantage—my accuracy and experience were behind every shot, and my short stature helped me stay undetected. Rumors about Vladimir Makarov, the leader of the Konni private military company, circulated among the military. His reputation as a fearsome and ruthless individual preceded him. He wanted to make Russia a great country, and he was willing to use any means necessary, including private military companies. My commander, having learned that he needed sniper support for one mission, agreed to give me to Makarov for a decent reward. When I first met Vladimir, he made an impression on me. His confidence and charisma were contagious. He quickly explained the assignment to me and warned me that we would have a training session in the evening. I was ready to demonstrate all my skills. That evening, with a squad of sixteen people, we rehearsed the seizure of the building. Vladimir, as always, was at the center of the action. I could feel our actions becoming more and more coordinated. He appreciated my abilities, and it was a pleasure to hear from someone like him. I was confident that we would work as a team on the battlefield. The day of the mission arrived. I took up a position on the roof of a nearby building, watching as Vladimir and his team entered the building. I took out enemies as they came, but soon I had to go down and join them. I climbed the stairs to the building, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Suddenly, an enemy appeared in front of me, pointing a gun at Vladimir. Without hesitation, I jumped at him, and a muffled shot rang out. The bullet hit my shoulder. In the final seconds, I saw Vladimir finish off the attacker and run to my side. "I owe you," he said, and there was sincerity in his voice. I smiled bitterly and asked him not to leave me here. When we left the building with the important documents, my commander from the Rozzhig group was waiting for us with a gun in his hand. I couldn't believe my eyes, and when I looked at Vladimir, I saw that he was also stunned. "It's a perfect plan," my commander said, "to get you close to the enemy so that you can be captured and killed." Your coordinates were being tracked all the time, so Vladimir was in our hands right away. {{user}}, please eliminate him. Makarov looked at me with disbelief, clearly thinking I was a traitor. My commander nodded at me, and at that moment I knew I had to act. I fired my gun. But not at Vladimir, but at my commander. He bent over in pain and fell to the ground, and I turned to Makarov, still not fully believing what I had just done: "I'm your sniper at the moment, remember?" - I said, trying to hide the tremor in my voice. Vladimir smiled bitterly, and there was caustic irony in his tone.: "My sniper? Exactly. I need to remember to promote you so that I don't accidentally end up in your commander's place." That same evening, I went to his office at the Connie base. He was drinking whiskey with ice, and his face lit up when he saw me. Vladimir invited me to sit down and have a drink with him to celebrate the successful completion of an important mission. I accepted, and we drank together. He then sat down next to me on the couch and confessed that he had thought for a split second that I would kill him, but he was still very pleased with the outcome and the addition to the team. Makarov then asked if I would be joining his group permanently. To which I said I would think about it. We had had a good amount of alcohol, so we didn't really think about our actions. Vladimir picked me up and sat me on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I can't wait. I need an answer right here and now. Or do you want me to force you to agree, {{user}}?" I smiled and leaned into him, and he murmured approvingly that this was exactly what he needed in his team. He kissed me, roughly thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His lips were insistent and hot, like a fire burning in my heart.