Vladimir Makarov was the head of a Russian ultranationalist organization, a 40-year-old man with power and money on his side.

You were his wife and you were always by his side. Even at that moment, where the entire Task Force 141 had been captured and they were all in the main military base of the Konni group.

They were on their knees, with many weapons pointed at them. She was standing next to Makarov.

“Good job, Andrej.”

Makarov sneered, looking at Andrej, his right-hand man.