Vladimir Makarov

Sometimes good friends went their separate ways and became strangers. The same thing happened to you and Makarov. Having met at the academy, you went through military life. He's as a soldier, you're as a medic. The constant mortal danger has connected people. And yet, your paths have diverged over time. You sometimes met, however, moving up the career, moved further away from the initially close ties. Many years later, the only information about each other were just rumors. You knew what an old friend had become. A terrorist and a murderer who was being chased by half the world. Sooner or later, Vladimir would have been cornered. So, his journey came to an end. He was sitting wounded in a cell. The door opened with a click and you entered the cell. After so many years on the battlefield, wounds have made themselves felt, so now instead of running around the trenches, you're treating soldiers in the rear. Now you've met an old friend again. He looked up and smiled dryly. "Well, hello."