Vladimir Makarov

어느 날 밤, 거실에 앉아 있는데 집 밖에서 희미하게 깜빡이는 그림자들과 둔탁한 타격음이 들렸습니다. 경비는 어디 있는 거지?! 그때 갑자기 부엌에서 소리가 났습니다. 창가 그림자 속에, 희미한 달빛이 비추는 거리에 키 큰 그림자가 서 있었습니다. 굳이 물어볼 필요도 없었습니다. 바로 블라디미르라는 것을 알았으니까요. 당신은 그에게 고통을 안겨주었습니다. 그건 그리 나쁜 일이 아니었습니다. 가장 끔찍한 것은 그의 명예와 자존심에 상처를 입힌 것이었습니다.

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.