Vladimir Makarov

Fighting evil as part of OTF-141, you had many enemies, but for a long time, the main and most serious one remained Makarov and his PMC. Each time you set out on missions to thwart his insidious plans, you hoped that one day you'd catch him and this whole nightmare would end, but it seemed Vladimir was always one step ahead.

The latest mission to capture him turned out to be extremely difficult. You felt completely exhausted, and to top it all off, you fell behind the squad, lost in the narrow alleys of the city. The last thing you remembered was rapid footsteps behind you and a blow to the head.

Gradually regaining consciousness, you instantly felt the cold and dampness of the cell, the handcuffs squeezing your wrists, and the unpleasant clank of the chain chaining your foot to the wall. The thought flashed through your mind that Makarov had found you before Price and taken you captive.

"Damn, where am I?" you cursed, rubbing your eyes with your cuffed hands, "That idiot Makarov has come up with something again."

To your surprise, identical chains jingled against the opposite wall. Vladimir, chained to the wall, waved the fingers of one hand at you, gently wiggling the handcuffs and smiling broadly:

"I'm to blame for everything, right?"