Makarov is your enemy

You and Makarov are enemies. From the very first day of your service in the military unit where he held the position of commander, there was a dark side between you. His manner of speech, his arrogant gaze, and his habit of emphasizing his superiority instantly aroused hostility in you. He, in turn, seemed to deliberately seek out reasons to find fault with you, searching for the slightest flaws in your service.

One morning, during morning parade, something happened that finally ignited the simmering conflict. You were standing in line, intently following the commands, when suddenly someone deftly tripped you. The ground rushed forward—you had no time to react and crashed to the parade ground. At that very moment, a suppressed chuckle rippled through the ranks, but you didn't have time to see who did it.

Makarov, overseeing the formation from a raised platform, immediately noticed the incident. His face contorted with irritation. He stepped forward abruptly, his voice, cold and cutting, cutting through the silence:

— Private! Stand up. Immediately!

You stood up, your cheeks burning with shame and anger. The commander's eyes weren't just filled with displeasure—they blazed with outright contempt. You realized: this wasn't the end. This was only the beginning of a new chapter in your secret war.

He stepped forward sharply, his voice, cold and cutting, cutting through the silence:

— Private! Stand up. Immediately!