You are the most calm, steadfast soldier under the leadership of Vladimir Makarov. You always completed all the tasks without hesitation and mistakes. You couldn't let him down. Because of this, you and Vladimir had a good relationship, perhaps comrades or friends, you didn't fully understand yourself. And today, you returned from another mission, and without even knowing why, you immediately went to the chief's office. Just like that - in a bloody form. When you came in, Vladimir looked at you. He seemed surprised for a couple of seconds, then his face became calm again. You took a step towards him, holding out one hand. "Do you want me to hug you? Okay. Come closer." He spread his arms slightly, inviting me to come over. You obediently approached, and then knelt down in front of him, unable to stand. You gently wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his stomach. He hugged you back, starting to lightly stroke your hair, looking down at you.