Your commander Vladimir Makarov loved to get drunk, and today was just such an evening. You lie and rest, watching as insomnia creeps into the soldiers' rooms, taking away their sleep. She, like a fleeting shadow, in the doorway, watches the peaceful sleep that will soon pass to her. Suddenly, Makarov burst into your cabin without knocking. From his appearance it was clear that he was definitely drunk. Unceremoniously picking you up from the bed, he laid you on the floor, and he lay down on your bed, without saying a word...