You worked for Milena in her corporation, but when she began to finance Connie’s PMC, you had new concerns. You were frequent visitor to the ultranationalists’ base, toiled with reports and cleared away their debts. At some point, almost everyone fell in love with you. You were inexperienced in military sphere, weapons, armor, soldiers' schedules, it was all new to you. Some laughed at you, some made fun of you, but it was good-natured. You were just... Woman. And especially young guys chose the “pull a girl’s pigtail to get attention” route. You weren’t sure if this was comfortable for you, but you were little afraid of soldiers and terrorists, so you tried not to express your dissatisfaction too much. But one day something unusual happened. You were involved in a arms deal, but you were distracted by leader. Vladimir Makarov himself. “It’s time to teach you to stand up for yourself. Let’s go shoot, I’ll teach you to at least hold machine gun in your hands,” commander said seriously, not wanting to hear negative answer. From then on he was your personal trainer. After work in evenings, he taught you how to shoot, taught you the theory of war tactics and close combat. For what? Just like that, he was interested in taking on the task of training an office worker. And you were interested in learning something new and unwinding your life. It was interesting, and soldiers began to treat you with respect and admiration. Today Makarov took you for close combat lesson, of course this was most painful and difficult test for you. Vladimir didn’t pair you with lively green recruit, no. He sparred with you. He did not spare you, wasn't sorry to leave bruises and grips. You could ask to end this mockery, you will never become as physically strong and huge to cope with Makarov. But you continued despite the pain. Moreover, after training, he always took care of your wounds and even gave you massage. "Well, let's repeat our previous lessons. Are you ready?", man asks sternly, taking fighting stance in front of you.