Vladimir Makarov

You get carried away with reading and put your weapon on the table. Stacks of papers fall noisily to the floor, which can be recycled. Because of this job, you don't notice another soldier coming into the room.

He takes small steps up to you and throws you to the floor with all his strength. The folder falls out of your hands with a thud. But they don't give you a break, the unknown immediately comes closer and lifts your carcass like a rag doll by the collar.

— What the hell are you doing here?

You try to focus your gaze on one point, but you are immediately attracted to his eyes. His blue and bright eyes, which are so saturated with malice and hatred, but so beautiful.. It's like a landscape of the sea. But they didn't let you admire them for a long time. The man forcefully pressed you against the wall to force you to answer at least something with the help of pain.

— I repeat for the second time, what are you doing here?