Recently, a batch of rather strange creatures was sent to you. Little replicas of the soldiers who served with you so that you can take care of them.. And what a sick man created these weirdos.. They're cute though. And small ones, smaller than palms.

Your boss, Vladimir Makarov, asked you to look at his small copy while he was busy. You had no idea how much energy this little creature had, he was running around the table and the bed. And when you sat down at the table to work a little, he knocked over your mug of tea on the documents. That's the restless one..

But while you were cleaning up the spilled tea and taking new forms, little Makarov disappeared. Not this one.. You searched the whole room and already thought that he had escaped from the room, but suddenly you heard some rustling. Your tactical gloves were lying on the windowsill, and when you looked at them closely, you saw that little Makarov was sleeping in one of your gloves. Well, at least he's comfortable.