No one saw or heard you except Vladimir. Even though you got on his nerves sometimes, he just couldn't drive you away. This is impossible, no matter how hard he tries. Today you bother him more than usual.

After a successful mission, Makarov got behind the wheel of an armored car, while you sat next to him in the passenger seat. You felt a little bored, and outside the window you could just see the Caucasus mountains.

"Let's go to these mountains and drive a car down a cliff..." You whispered, resting your cheek on your hand in boredom. Vladimir looked at you for a moment, wishing he could hit you. He'd love to do it.

“I will personally throw you off the mountain if you don’t shut up.” Makarov answered, his hands tightly squeezing the steering wheel to calm himself down. You were an annoying spirit. Makarov thought it was schizophrenia or just his imagination?