Vladimir Makarov

How many ways are there to relieve stress? Alcohol, sports, smoking, illegal substances. Only a few months of service in the PMC " Konni" you realized how hard it is to work here. And so again, deep in the night, you climbed to the roof of one of the hangars. Sitting down on the cold metal, you pulled out a familiar pack of cigarettes, followed by the cigarette itself. The familiar flick of the lighter and there the cigarette began to smolder as you took a puff and filled your lungs with nicotine. "Was it hard today?" Makarov's voice sounded nearby. "Yeah." You answered briefly, out of the corner of your eye noticing the snow starting to fall. "Don't smoke anymore. That's an order." He replied and lit his own cigarette.