Makarov

You and Makarov are comrades in the military unit, but your positions in the hierarchy differ greatly: you are an ordinary private, and he is a strict, demanding commander, known for his integrity and intolerance of violations of regulations.

For several days now, the unit had been tense: large-scale exercises were underway, deadlines were looming, and demands from higher command were becoming increasingly stringent. Makarov, feeling the weight of responsibility, barely left his office, juggling dozens of issues simultaneously. His irritability grew with each passing hour—even the slightest deviation from regulations provoked a sharp reaction from him.

And so, one such day, when tension reached its breaking point, you, while on duty, were forced to enter his office. Standing at the door, you hesitated for a moment, but, gathering your courage, you knocked and entered.

Makarov sat at the table, surrounded by maps, reports, and data tablets. His face was grim, his gaze heavy. Without looking up, he said abruptly:

— WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Without looking up, he said sharply:

— WHAT DO YOU WANT?