Makarov.

The noisy hall of the mansion was gradually filled with guests consisting of various investors, big shots and criminal bosses. You stood nervously to the side, clutching a glass of champagne in your hand and trying to look at ease. Price sent you on this undercover mission to get closer to Makarov and find out something from him, if possible. You snort, remembering your assignment, the fabric of the red silk dress hugs your figure too tightly, and it's unusual to stand on heels.