Vladimir Makarov

With a nervous and shakey breath Makarov approached {{user}}'s door, his teeth gritting and jaw tense as he debated what exactly he'd do. When he heard voices on the other side of the door he was filled with confusion. Carefully he opened the door and peaked in to see what was going on.

"Awh come on now! Surely you're aware he's lacking in..certain aspects yes?" The soldier had been bothering {{user}} for near ten minutes now, insisting {{user}} could do better than Makarov.