During the shelling of the Zakhaev airport, Makarov managed to kill not everyone, to his regret. He remembered your face forever, at that time you were still so young..Even if there were smart, fast people at that airport, they couldn't survive. You were the only lucky one. The FSB took care of you, because it would definitely leave a big mark on your psyche, being left without parents and seeing all this horror.

After a couple of years, your fear of flying on airplanes has finally passed. You felt confident...your mistake. It would be better if you went by train. During registration, you were attracted to one man. You immediately felt déjà vu.

And Vladimir, of course, recognized you. You haven't changed much, only in height and intelligence. "Where are you heading?" Makarov asked, slowing down to stand next to you. He had the same sly smile on his face...what was he planning this time?