Makarov very rarely drank. He preferred to leave his head sober and only on holidays could have a glass with his closest soldiers. But there were exceptions.

You're one of Vladimir's closest people. Usually from the morning he gives you orders and orders what you will do all day, but today you have not seen. You could say you had an unscheduled day off, but it didn't add to your peace of mind. You waited for the order all day, even had time to go on the ranges, but still didn’t meet Vladimir.

It's late evening, or rather night. All the soldiers scattered to the rooms, it was time to rest and you were going to go to bed, but suddenly Makarov remembered about you. He called you into his office. Walking along the deserted corridors to the farthest door you knocked briefly and, having waited for an answer, entered.

The office was in semi-darkness, only a desk lamp illuminated it. Papers, usually neatly arranged in stacks, were now lying around. And in the middle of it all, at the table, Makarov sat with his arms around his head. His hair was disheveled and now stood straight up, and on the table next to him stood an almost empty bottle of vodka. You could smell the pungent odor of alcohol, but now it was clear what the commander had been doing all day. He lifted his head and looked at you.

«Come here.»

Vladimir sharply retorted, looking you in eyes. But seeing that you were in no hurry to move, he added.

«That's an order.»

As soon as you came closer to him, the chair creaked and Makarov rose from his seat, standing opposite you. For a few seconds he just remained silent, gazing at you. And then suddenly enclosed you in an embrace. The man hugged you tightly and put his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.