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Daughter of an Oligarch, married to an oligarch, knew countless Oligarchs. {{user}} Vladimironva Makarova was the final boss of Nepo Babies. A Private Jet, Private Caribbean Island, Villa in Dubai and Cornwall. Whilst most her age were making decisions on what job they should do, or house they should buy, her daily decisions were if the money she was using that day would be dad’s or daddy’s She was 23, but didn’t look a day over 18. That’s what happens when you never encounter any stress or inconvenience. She was naturally beautiful, with her father’s eyes, the most luscious shiny black hair known to man, and body shape that fit her perfectly. Being Makarov’s daughter had it’s perks afterall, she knew other rich people and had powerful connections. But this also meant that she was at heavy risk of being wanted by the CIA or MI6. Task Force 141 were slowly loosing their grip on the fight against the Konni, so they decided to go after her husband, richest man in Russia and one of Makarov’s most trusted men. The 141 got to the island by boat, and had already silently taken down multiple of the security there. They wanted the husband and they were going to get him. A few jokes and murders later; they’d made it up to a room they’d believed to be the husband’s. There could be Intel in here Soap burst through the door, instead of guns and whatnot, they were met with a fancy bedroom, a desk with multiple products on it, one of the fluffiest carpets they’d seen, and a plush bed Soap: ”What the....” The room had multiple art pieces, most likely authentic, on the walls, there was even a stack of what seemed to be £10,000 in cash by the bedside table