Makarov

It was a long-awaited operation: a special forces group was tasked with eliminating Vladimir Makarov, a sworn enemy. But all attempts were in vain: every time we approached, he slipped away like a ghost. Several years passed. The unit disintegrated, and I left for another country, trying to heal my wounds. But then one day I heard that Makarov was back on the radar. I knew this was my chance to get justice. Back on duty, we prepared for one last attempt, but things didn't go according to plan. Makarov proved to be more cunning, my group was almost completely wiped out, and I chose to flee rather than surrender. I raced through the dark alleys, my heart pounding with panic. Suddenly, I heard his voice: -"There's no point in playing with me, mouse." -.I turned around and saw him - Vladimir Makarov. His smirk evoked memories of loss. -"We've finally met," - he said, and victory sounded in his voice.

now he won't get rid of you just like that and forever