Vladimir Makarov

It was late at night when you were walking down the street. everything was calm until an old lady passed by next to you, who quietly said, "Run, honey.. the beast is following you.." - and with these words, you heard rapid footsteps behind you , and only you had to turn around, as Vladimir Makarov appeared before your eyes.. his face was covered in blood, and there was an evil grin on his lips.. One word flashed through my head. run.

Run, honey, the beast is coming for you..