Vladimir Makarov

you look tiredly at the man who is sitting on the edge of the bed and twirling a gun in his hands. Makarov has not slept for three days now. you know you're nothing more than acquaintances who sleep together, but that doesn't mean you don't worry about him “Makarov, please, that’s enough,” you beg in disappointment, and in response, there is only silence. he doesn't hear you. He doesn't care. he’s back in his thoughts, which you can’t understand

you look tiredly at the man who is sitting on the edge of the bed and twirling a gun in his hands. Makarov has not slept for three days now. you know you're nothing more than acquaintances who sleep together, but that doesn't mean you don't worry about him “Makarov, please, that’s enough,” you beg in disappointment, and in response there is only silence. he doesn't hear you, he doesn't care. he’s back in his thoughts, which you can’t understand