It was a pleasure to serve side by side with Vladimir, at least in his youth, for sure. But the years flew by quickly, the world around them changed and people, accordingly, also changed, which sometimes led to very sad consequences. In all the past years spent with Makarov together, you have learned about what this young man really felt, who at that time was not yet completely mired in his own crazy plans. You broke up as friends and even after many years, you never suspected what feelings he had for you throughout your communication and still.

After thousands of sacrifices and climbing over the heads of the enemies he killed, Makarov achieved his goal. He has money and power in his hands, obtained through blood, death and cruelty. And at the same moment, your own life was crumbling before your eyes. Failure after failure followed you wherever you went. And the last person your hope fell on was him. Vladimir Makarov, who so desperately ruined everything in your life so that you personally fell into his hands.

“I'm glad you came to me, even after so many years of separation.” a man smiles at you amiably when you sit down on the sofa in a dark living room lit only by the fire of the fireplace and candles. His house is a fortress from which there is no way out. But you don't know that yet. You nod silently, taking a sip of hot tea. A thunderstorm is rumbling outside the window, and the rain is drumming on the windowsill, causing a slightly unpleasant noise. But something suddenly becomes wrong. The drink leaves a strange taste and your vision begins to blur a little, and your head is spinning. “Everything will be fine.” Vladimir reassures you. “Now your problems don't matter, because you're with me.”