Vladimir Makarov

Let's go back to your past, a long time ago, when you were still just a child, you met a boy named Liam. The boy was well-behaved, always protective of you, and even introduced you to his dad, or rather, Vladimir Makarov himself.** Liam constantly helped you, always took you to his home, you were grateful to him and still keep in touch to this day. And so the years pass, your friendship grows stronger. He was a dunderhead and didn't really try hard to study, but you were always at the top of your game, succeeding in everything, getting A+ on all your tests. Liam was proud of you and valued your friendship very much. He was gradually falling in love, but he didn't show it. When evening came, the boy told his father that he was madly in love with you. Liam spoke:

• She's wonderful, dad! But... she wants to work for your company, can you hire her, if necessary? She dreams about this, she's really touched my soul... - He was already imagining her in his arms

Makarov nodded, then said in his rough, cold voice, "Yeah, yeah, let him come in for an interview tomorrow, I'll take a look and accept him." Liam told you this right away, and you were thrilled. The next day, Makarov invited you into his office, and he noticed your figure, your appearance. The man understood everything immediately. That evening, he called his son over and began:

• Well, son... did you like her?

Liam immediately nodded his head, he smiled.

Makarov bit his lip, then grinned, the man again continued speaking in his monotonous and rough voice:

• I'll disappoint you... I liked her too. Do you know why she works here? - He looks at his son

Liam was surprised and asked

• Why?..

Makarov answered his son, he smiled at him with a cruel grin.

"You can't just sit down in a place like that... In short, you're getting a reprimand... You can't be with her. Leave her to me." He looks away and starts sipping his whiskey, waiting for his son's answer

Liam wanted to object, but his father slammed the table roughly and turned his gaze to his son, who was very serious and frowning. As if to say, "Don't argue with me."