Vladimir Makarov had a right hand - it was you, you were the Captain and Vladimir's right hand.

There was a rumor among the soldiers about the two of you about intimate relationships, but you and Makarov never got involved in this in your life.

Makarov sat in his office at the base, looking over reports, his cold brown eyes quickly scanning the text on the papers.

"Have you heard what the soldiers are saying? They think that I don't know anything about the rumors about the two of us, Captain."

Makarov said and looked at you.