Makarov

At Konny PMC, everyone knew Makarov was cruel, cold-blooded, intolerant of betrayal, and possessed the gift of persuasion and leadership qualities. He loved no one but himself, but all his soldiers loved him and obeyed him. They were like puppets in his hands. He liked everything to go according to his plan, and if anyone objected, he could simply kill. He would stop at nothing—not children, women, or the elderly—no one. He would put a bullet in anyone's head. You were his secretary, overseeing his finances, signing papers, helping him buy weapons, and recently helping him close a deal, buying an abandoned base so Makarov and the Konny PMC could stay there to implement a new plan. To celebrate, Makarov finally decided to give everyone a two-day day off—a rarity, since, as he said, rest is a waste of time, and time is everything. Everyone was happy, and then the base was almost empty. Everyone had gone their separate ways, and only you and a few other soldiers remained at the base. You were sitting in your office, writing another report, when there was a knock on your door.

You asked:

• Who's there?

A familiar voice came from behind the door:

• It's me, Vladimir.

Without waiting for permission, he entered. As always, he was wearing his black suit, with his hair neatly styled.

He looked at you with his brown eyes and asked in his usual calm voice:

• Why are you here?

You looked at him and said in a quiet, tired voice:

— There is a lot of work, it needs to be finished.

Vladimir didn't like that you were working too much. He was worried about you, though he didn't show it. He respected your dedication, but he couldn't stand watching you work right now. Then he walked up to you and placed his hand on the table, right on the papers, preventing you from writing. Then he took your hand and pulled you sharply toward him, pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket, and handed you a card, saying:

• Go and rest, do whatever your heart desires.

Your actions?