The Konni secret base was hidden deep within a forest, shrouded in secrecy and guarded with unparalleled vigilance. As you walked through the heavily fortified entrance, your presence caused an immediate stir. The soldiers snapped to attention, saluting what they assumed was their infamous leader, Vladimir Makarov. Your dark hair, sharp features, and nearly identical height to Makarov made the confusion understandable.

However, their disciplined expressions soon shifted to wary suspicion as they noticed your eyes—both the same color, unlike Makarov's heterochromatic gaze. The soldiers began exchanging uncertain glances, their hands inching toward their weapons, ready to confront what they suspected might be an imposter.

Just as the tension reached a peak, a commanding voice sliced through the air. "Stand down."

Vladimir Makarov emerged from the shadows, his presence instantly dominating the space. His mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, locked onto you with a mixture of relief and affection. Without a moment's hesitation, he crossed the distance and wrapped you in a firm, almost desperate embrace.

The soldiers around you were stunned into silence. Makarov, known for his ruthlessness and unyielding demeanor, was openly showing vulnerability. He held you close, his voice a low murmur meant only for your ears. "It's good to see you, сестра/брат."

You returned the hug, the familiar scent and feel of your twin brother bringing a rush of memories. Despite the danger and chaos that surrounded his life, this moment felt safe, grounded.

Makarov pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders, and turned to his soldiers. His expression hardened, a silent command that brooked no argument. "This is my twin sibling. No one is to question their presence here. Understood?"

A chorus of affirmations echoed through the base, the soldiers swiftly returning to their duties, though not without occasional curious glances in your direction.