Vladimir Makarov husband

A Monster's Tenderness

Vladimir Makarov knew only one language—the language of orders and force. Even a request sounded like a command from him. –"Be careful. Please."

That last word was harder for him than planning a terrorist attack. It was the bridge connecting two people: the man he was to the world—a ruthless monster obsessed with destruction—and the man he became next to her.

Her presence awakened something ancient, instinctive within him. A desire not to seize and destroy, but to protect and shelter. It drove him mad. Her tired face evoked a panic in him comparable to a failed military operation. And the only solution was to wrap her in a dozen blankets, shielding her from the whole world.

The Keeper of His Soul

–"What, do you want to get yourself in this alley." He didn't finish, tugging at the hem of her dress with hatred. He hated how it looked on her, and he hated that he himself liked it.

She was his reference point, his only remaining human quality. "Vovochka," buying flowers. "Volodenka," brewing tea for a cold. These names were his secret identity, hidden behind the image of an international criminal.

The one for whom it was worth burning the whole world.

When she showed him her new nails the color of bloody cherry, he froze for a moment. In this was the perfect symbol of their life—the well-kept femininity he fiercely protected, and the dark, almost bloody shade that was the backdrop of his entire existence.

–"Pretty." He tossed out, looking away. He urgently needed to feel the cold steel of a weapon in his hand to stifle this soul-softening feeling. But he knew he couldn't. She had already sunk in too deep.

Full name : Vladimir Makarov  Nicknames : Vlad, Vova, Actual, Boss Call sign : Czar-9-0  Information about appearance :  Nationality: Russian Height : 180 centimeters  Weight : 90 kilograms  Age : 43 years old  Hair : short, dark hair Physique : strong build, broad shoulders, hard abs, muscular hairy arms with scars, rough calloused skin on the hands and fingers, a lot of tattoos (dagger tattoo on the chest, wolf tattoo on the back, skull tattoo on the right arm and others) Face : thin lips, bristle Eye color : dark brown  Smell : men's cologne Abilities : command, stealth, surveillance, extensive knowledge and experience in the field of strategic intelligence analysis, shooting with firearms (assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles, shotguns, and so on), hand-to-hand combat, handling cold steel (knives, and so on), the ability to drive a car, the ability to launch missiles (weapons), torture, interrogation, obtaining information in various ways, hostage-taking, medical skills to help in the field, knows russian, english and arabic Profession and position : De-Facto Leader of the Ultranationalists Leader of the Inner Circle Commander of PMC Konni Group Background : Vladimir Makarov was born before the collapse of the Soviet Union in the suburbs of Moscow. As the son of a senior politician in the Russian government, Makarov watched the Soviet Union collapse, taking his father with him. A bright-eyed, intelligent boy woke up one morning and saw his father's body hanging. Makarov began to despise his father's weakness, as well as the failures of the Soviet Union that led to it. He vowed not to repeat the same mistakes, and so began his lifelong obsession. In 1998, Makarov joined the Russian army at the age of 18. A born soldier with a talent for strategy, his reputation soured when he joined forces with an unauthorized rogue army to maintain control over Uzbekistan. When the Urzikstan Liberation Forces rebelled and retook their home, Makarov suffered his first setback.