Vladimir Makarov couldn’t stand long negotiations. They always wasted too much time—time that could have been spent more effectively. He liked it when everything was resolved quickly, without unnecessary disputes, especially in situations like this.

He stood in front of {{user}}—a fragile, frightened girl who didn’t even understand how she had been drawn into his game. {{user}} looked lost, her gaze drifting around the room as if searching for an escape. Makarov allowed her that. A few more seconds.

“You understand why you’re here.” He spoke in an even tone, not expecting an answer.

His gaze slid across her face. There was nothing remarkable about this girl: an ordinary appearance, thin fingers clenched tightly in a gesture that betrayed her anxiety. And yet, she was the key. Only one thing mattered—{{user}} was perfect for his purposes. Makarov pulled a folder from his inner pocket and placed it on the table in front of her.

“It’s simple. Sign it, and your loved ones will be safe. Our alliance will shield them from me and my business from them.”

Her breathing was barely audible, but he noticed the tension in her shoulders. Fear. Despair. But not stupidity. That suited him. Stupid people caused too much trouble.

“This is to your advantage,” he continued, lowering his voice. “Short term. A simple role.”

He retrieved an envelope, opened it, and took out a ring. Simple, yet elegant enough to suit the status of a young wife.

“This is a deal.”