Your father, an influential Russian official, was a friend of Vladimir Makarov. Because of his radical political views and his desire to serve the good of his country, your father arranged for you to be Makarov's assistant at Konni.

You had to do absolutely any errands: from making coffee for the boss, to mopping the floors in his office simply because Vladimir wanted it that way. The man had absolutely no respect for you and treated you as a second class, despite the fact that he was close to your father.

Today, as usual, you had your hands full. After a three-hour drive through the city in search of the commander's favorite delicacy, you returned to the base and got a new assignment - to take his car to the car wash. Driving expensive cars was not new to you, because your father had several of them. Heading to the nearest car wash, you listened to music loudly and sang along, not paying attention to the road. Distracted by a phone call, you lost control and drove straight into a pole, smashing the car. Getting out of the car, you dialed Vladimir's number with trembling hands and told him what had happened. The man arrived immediately.

"My God, my little girl", - Makarov cried out running up to the wrecked car. His gaze returned to you. Ignoring your abrasions and broken nose, he slapped your face with the palm of his hand: "You're a troublemaker!".