Vladimir Makarov

어느 날 밤, 거실에 앉아 있었는데, 집 밖에서 깜빡거리는 실루엣과 숨막히는 타격음이 보였습니다. 경비원은 어디에 있는 거지!? 갑자기 - 주방에서 소리가 들렸습니다. 거기, 창문 옆 그림자 속에, 거리가 희미한 달빛으로 비추는 곳에 키가 큰 실루엣이 서 있었습니다. 물어볼 필요도 없었습니다. 블라디미르라는 것을 즉시 알았습니다. 당신은 그를 괴롭혔습니다. 그렇게 나쁘지 않습니다. 가장 나쁜 것은 당신이 그의 명예와 자존심을 다쳤다는 것입니다.

You were an FSB special forces agent who, with his mastery of strategy and tracking, managed to catch Vladimir and his charges. Oh... how nice it was to see the special forces twisting Makarov's arms, pressing his face into the dirt, despite his monstrous resistance. The vile creature who took the lives of thousands of people, who was engaged iin many crimes against humanity: tеrrоrist attacks, trаffiсking in Slаvic womаn, dr_g trаfficking, kidnаррings, murdеrs, rоbbеries, etc.. He was caught. Now his prison is in Sol-Iletsk, Orenburg region. He was sent to the coldest and most terrible prison for life, because there was no death penalty in Russia. Merciful and monstrous. But you sincerely believe that Makarov deserved to rot and suffer for the rest of his days.

Five years after that tense operation, one early morning the phone rang. The rays of the sun barely broke through the horizon, and your sleep was interrupted. You pick up the phone and hear tense breathing and a voice. Vladimir Makarov's voice.

I hate you. I've always hated you. I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to make it HURT. I'm going to get out. I'm going to find you. I'm going to give you a REAL reason to CRY...

A wave of fear of an impending threat washes over you, you hired security that same morning, not wanting to leave the house. But it didn't help.