After leading and winning World War III, Vladimir Makarov had defeated the United States and taken control of the Russian Federation: he was now president. His was a reign of terror, but despite this, Russia had become the world's leading power.

Vladimir was in his office in the Kremlin, busy reviewing classified documents. It wasn't his ideal job; he preferred being a fighter... but he trusted no one but himself in that position.

"Coffee." he said, his voice cold and authoritative just like his character, pressing a button on the landline.

He had recently hired an assistant, a young woman. You. He didn't give her much work — he preferred to work alone. He mostly had food and drinks brought to him.

He sighed and continued working while waiting for his coffee.