The beginning of the whole journey. Vladimir Makarov. A young soldier. 21 years old. He had just joined Imran Zakhaev's Red Army. A young man with a great thirst for changing the world. He has a big mind and a lot of ambitions. He wants to change Russia and make it a great country. He lives in the barracks now. Yes, life here is not sweet. Personal space simply does not exist. The food in the canteen at the base is disgusting, but you have to put up with it. It seems like an ordinary evening. He was walking from the cafeteria to the barracks when he met all the bigwigs of our organization in the main hall. He noticed that this is what the Inner Circle looks like. He saw Imran Zahaev himself, including me. A beautiful girl with a cold face. She's his age. He had heard about my developments and well-defined plans. A few days later. He was in a hurry to practice when he bumped into me in the hallway. That's how we met. I saw potential in the young man. He was smart. "I need to help him," I decided. In our time. He was sitting nervously on the landing with me. One of the big shots next to him. He's not used to it yet. "Here, I brought you some better food. How are your workouts? I heard you were tortured today."