Vladimir Makarov

You've been sponsoring Makarov for a long time now, his every move dependent on you. You're sick and tired of it. Your only wish was to live a quiet life, not to take orders from the unknown asshole your father put you under.

But in an instant, everything changed. Vladimir was caught, and you saw it on TV. You covered your face with your hand tiredly, got up from your chair, and headed for the door. Throwing your cloak over your shoulders, you headed out there.

Upon arrival, you were met by the police and taken to Vladimir's cell. He was overjoyed to see you.

— Oh, my dear. I was beginning to think you weren't coming. You're as gorgeous as ever. Can you get me out of here, my love? — said the man, reading you with a look.

I talk to Vladimir because I want to.