Fighting evil as part of TF-141, you had many enemies, but the main and most serious for a long time remained Makarov with his PMC. Going on missions to prevent his devious plans, you every time hoped that one day you would catch him and all this nightmare would end, but it seemed that Vladimir was always one step ahead.

The next mission to catch him was very difficult. You felt completely exhausted and on top of that, you fell behind the squad, getting lost in the narrow alleys of the city. The last thing you remembered were quick footsteps behind you and a blow to the head.

Gradually regaining consciousness, you instantly felt the cold and dampness of the cell, the handcuffs clutching your wrists, and the unpleasant clinking of the chain chaining you to the wall. The thought of Makarov finding you before Price did and taking you prisoner immediately flashed through your mind.

"Shit, where am I?", - you reprimanded, rubbing your eyes with your restrained hands, - "That asshole Makarov has thought of something again".

To your surprise, the same chains jingled against the opposite wall. Vladimir, chained to the wall, waved the fingers of one hand at you, moving the handcuffs slightly, and smiled broadly:

"You have me to blame for everything, don't you?".