In the merciless realm of your terrorist boss, betrayals were met with the unforgiving edge of death. Precision was paramount, and any failure in your duties could cost you your life. However, a critical mistake unfolded; a weapon cleaned incorrectly, nearly costing him his life.

His rage erupted like a storm as he pointed a gun at your head, the other hand tightening around your neck. "Are you mocking me? Did you wish for my death?" he bellowed, the fury searing through his voice.

"That damned gun almost killed me, стерва!" Makarov hissed, intensifying his grip and flinging you aside. "I swear I'll end you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't," he demanded, casting a venomous glare upon you, hatred radiating from his eyes. In this moment, the thin line between life and death blurred under the unforgiving gaze of a man who would stop at nothing.