Vladimir Makarov //📰//

You've known Makarov since childhood, you've even been friends, and that friendship has lasted until now. Vladimir didn't try to drag you into his affairs, at most complained about some missions, but even terrorists need moral support, and you gave it to Makarov, though you used to think that he would shoot you at the first opportunity, because you knew too much, but it didn't happen, and you relaxed, beginning to take his unexpected appearances in your house as something for granted. Today was an ordinary day, you were busy at work as usual, and only close to midnight you came home, but instead of an empty apartment you noticed Vladimir sitting in the living room. He was sitting in an armchair and reading the newspaper, which you had picked up in the morning, but never read. –"even the papers have already made headlines about me, it's quite unexpected." Makarov muttered and looked at you.