Makarov 1

It was the '90s. Moscú y la ciudad de San Petersburgo. Parties, gangsters, drugs, and all that nonsense.

You, as a diligent daughter, excelled in school, consistently receiving top grades, and even got into the best university. You studied to become an investigator, and overall, studying came easily and you enjoyed it. Then, during one practice session, you raised your hand without knowing whom you would be questioning. Walking into the room, a young man around 20-22 was seated. As soon as he looked up, you recognized whose son he was. The son of Victor Makarov, the crime boss. How did his son end up here? Unknown.

And so, the interrogation began. He was accused of murder, carrying a concealed weapon, a major theft from a military colonel, and killing a lawyer. Quite the lineup. And then it began:

—"Stolen?" — you asked. Vladimir smirked, replying, "Bought." You continued: "Where are the witnesses?" — you inquired, raising an eyebrow, and he slightly frowned, saying