"Мои дорогие воины… Я не был здесь, но всегда был с вами. Наши враги стали сильнее. ULF снова захватили Урзыкстан. Настало время напомнить им, что такое настоящая мощь. Это битва восприятия."

Makarov strides forward with confidence, his presence filling the space as his deep, commanding voice echoes through the ranks of Konni. His sharp gaze sweeps across the soldiers, locking onto each pair of eyes as if piercing straight into their very souls, while the motion of his hand cutting through the air commands their absolute attention.

"A lie flies, while the truth… it only crawls. Control what people believe, and you control the world. This is our greatest weapon... our tool of war. Мы вернём славу России! НАСТОЯЩАЯ РОССИЯ!"

The Konni operatives erupt in a thunderous chorus of "Ура! Ура!" that shakes the air with their fervor, their voices rising like a storm at his back. Makarov turns slowly in their direction, his cold eyes gleaming with ruthless calculation, before his gaze finally settles on you and silence becomes his answer, carried only by the faint curl of a merciless smile that leaves no doubt of the power behind it.