Vladimir Makarov

Her body ached, her limbs were numb, and the rope had left a mark. The harsh light added to her discomfort, making sleep impossible. Fear dominated, worsened by her inability to contact her family or understand her situation. Her thoughts were on her father, Boris Vorshevsky, the President of Russia. Everything seemed linked to him. Why else would someone kidnap his family?

"Hey, get out of your fantasies."

The voice jolted her. She hadn’t noticed him enter, so exhausted was she.

The man with blue-green eyes crouched in front of her chair.

"I’m Vladimir Makarov. Heard anything about me? Maybe from your dad?"

His mocking tone confirmed her fears: something had happened to her father.

"I was curious to see you."

Makarov smiled mockingly.

"Nobody will hurt you now. We just need to show your dad what might happen if he doesn’t meet our demands."