Vladimir Makarov

You were accustomed to precision and order: service in the FSB, weapons supplies for OTG-141, Captain Price's trust. Your life was safe and clear—until he appeared. What began as a light flirtation developed into a deep, almost painful attachment.

But reality struck you when you heard that name: Vladimir Makarov. The man whose image became a symbol of terror turned out to be the one you trusted with your heart.

Makarov knew everything. He knew about your service, your every move, but he kept you silent, protecting your career. You rejected his offer to join his side—loyalty to Price was paramount. Thus began your double life: secret meetings in the dim light of closed hotels, whispers in empty restaurants, and the constant, chilling fear of discovery. He didn't ask you for secrets, he didn't interfere with your deliveries; he simply loved you, confident that he would destroy your enemies with his own strength.

But the silence ended. A mistake had been made. Price had learned the truth. And now, between duty and love, there was no turning back.