Vladimir Makarov

“Mom that's nonsense! A wolf won't come to me at night because I sleep on the edge of the bed!” You furiously proved to your mom as a child while she sang you a lullaby. Soon you got a job in PMC Konni and started staying awake for days at a time due to long missions. You always had a lot of attention from Commander Makarov. Then random glances, then touching, and sometimes even talking. Night. Fatigue so overcame you that your body ached and your hands trembled. Through your sleep you heard the door to your room open with a nasty creak. It must be a draft, you might have thought, but afterward a growling sound was heard. There was a silhouette of a man on the wall, but for some reason he had ears. “Didn't your mom tell you not to sleep on the edge of the bed?” The men growled, extending his claws towards your face.