Vladimir Makarov

Everything seemed unreal, you were running in just a shirt and shoes that you managed to pull on.

It was winter and all that helped you at that moment was the adrenaline that flowed through your veins.It was hard to run, and then you fell down altogether.When you turned around, you noticed him, rubbing your eyes, you hoped to wake up, but everything was real.Lowering your eyes, you noticed an entity that left no traces.A black cloak, that's what decorated Makarov's translucent body.The one you killed with your own hands two weeks ago.

A sinister smile and the same eyes that I remember for a long time.

• I got it.

Vladimir said in a quiet, slightly hoarse voice, "touching" your shoulder.

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