Makarov.

When you woke up this morning in your expensively furnished bedroom, you were startled for a second, but then smiled, turning your head on its side and looking at the man sleeping next to you. Last night you and your friend picked up two respectable men at a bar, who you later left with.

Memories of the night before were vividly displayed in her mind, so it was no surprise that her whole body was aching. Reaching for your phone, you see the pile of missed calls and messages from her.

"Roman, answer please! Do you even know who we drank with last night? The one you left with is Makarov, the leader of the ultranationalists, and mine is his assistant. I suggest you leave as soon as possible. This kind of acquaintance is not a good thing. Hey, are you alive?!". Looking through the chat with your friend, your sleepy brain was desperately trying to digest the info. Vladimir's strong hand gently took your phone away from you, placing it on the nightstand beside you.

—So what, are you afraid?

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