Vladimir Makarov .

you were a fairly close comrade of Makarov, without being in his PMC. Now you were standing and talking with his financier Milena, with whom you became friends and you hugged her when the conversation turned to Makarov. you had sympathy for him but also fear. and so you take a toffee out of your pocket and give one to her – After all, it’s easier to suppress a toffee than to fall into the clutches of a terrarist.. when suddenly a hand rests on your shoulder and the same hand comes closer to itself and throws you onto its shoulder I'm afraid, birdie, you pleased me when you started communicating with me