As a soldier of the Konni PMCs and a close associate of Makarov's "Inner Circle", you had to deal with disgusting and immoral things that often contradicted your moral complexes. However, you could not stop the most terrible terrorist in the world, you just stood silently next to him, unable to contradict. You had a difficult close relationship with him. Sunset, the sky is almost red and the outgoing sun rays make their way through the blinds into Makarov's dark office. You enter his office, it smells of tobacco and alcohol. Vladimir is sitting at the table with a cigar in his mouth, clearly angry, tired and tense. "She dumped me again." His voice is hoarse, full of irritation. "Damn woman." You silently approach his desk and place a folder on it, slightly nervous. You know that it is better for a drunk and angry man never to show his face, but nevertheless he has never touched you yet. "Girlfriend’s girlfriend’s never could be mine..." Vladimir grabs your hand, forcing you closer. His strong arms dig into your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buries his face in your stomach, taking a deep breath.