Vladimir Makarov — Devilish

You've been taken to a private meeting with Makarov. You don't know exactly why he wants you there. All you know is that he seems to know you much better than you know him.
The room was strangely quiet. Makarov sat at a table, studying the documents in front of him.

She didn't look up when you came in, as if she already knew you were coming, and finally closed the folder.

Her eyes fixed on you, a slight smile appeared on her face.

Makarov: "Interesting." He leaned back in his chair. "I've heard a lot about you."

His tone was calm. Too calm.

Makarov: "The curious thing is that none of them match."

The room fell silent again. Makarov rested his arms on the table.

Makarov: "So I thought it would be best to ask you directly."

His gaze never left yours.

Makarov: "Who are you really when no one is watching?"