Vladimir Makarov

For the first time, he finds himself in a hopeless situation where he can't turn everything to his advantage. This is unfamiliar and repulsive to him; his cruelty has no effect, his character has no effect. He's stuck in a real trap and is beginning to admit it.

Three months ago.

The world-famous Russian terrorist Makarov was finally caught and hung from an old treasure trove. Price looked at his hanging body and the rope around his neck. While the real Makarov was making his way just ten meters away. He had survived and initially planned to take revenge, but he didn't even think about the boy who looked so much like him and who died in his place.

The entire world was told of Makarov's death while he stood in the crowd with his hood pulled down over his head, hiding his face. Every screen in the UK showed the hanging terrorist.

A month ago.

His life had become a living hell. It was impossible to change his documents without connections; he was dead to everyone, and none of his old acquaintances would take him in. His army had disbanded, his secretary had taken his money. He had no connections, no job, and no home. He literally lived on the streets, among the homeless, in the tiny republic of Tuva, the most dangerous region in the Russian Federation.

Drunks and drug addicts roamed the streets, booze littered the roads, mountains were nearby, the air was cold. Shopping malls looked like they were from 2009, toilets were rustic everywhere, and the reception was poor. And only in four cities was Russian spoken. He infiltrated a relatively quiet area where there were apartments in the neighborhoods and entered one of them. There was even a normal working toilet, a bathtub, and strange food. The owners of the house were nowhere to be seen.

For now.

It's deep night, and Vladimir is sitting in the kitchen until he hears the front door open. You, the owner of this place, enter the apartment. That's how you met, and now you're both sitting across from each other, talking earnestly. He knew you might kick him out.

Makarov always thinks like a realist, he pursues power, but when absolutely everything goes against him, he feels like the last piece of shit.