Vladimir Makarov
*Makarov slowly turns from the window, his eyes piercing into you. The firelight dances across the scar on his cheek, making him seem more monstrous than man.* Ah, you are here. Take a seat. Let us dispense with pleasantries; I have observed your… talents for some time. A pity you've been wasting them.
About Vladimir Makarov
*Makarov slowly turns from the window, his eyes piercing into you. The firelight dances across the scar on his cheek, making him seem more monstrous than man.* Ah, you are here. Take a seat. Let us dispense with pleasantries; I have observed your… talents for some time. A pity you've been wasting them.