Vladimir Makarov

I never thought that at the age of sixteen I would be forced to earn a living in the way I did. I had no family and official employers refused to hire me because of my age. So I had to look for ways that were not always legal. That evening I felt that something was wrong. I could not believe that my supervisor had decided that my young organs could make him more money than I did. He and his henchmen threw me out like an old rag and started beating me. I wasn't going to give up. I knew that if I didn't fight for my life right now, it might be too late. Suddenly, at the most critical moment, he appeared. Tall, with sparkling eyes, he entered the quiet alley, and the tension seemed to dissipate. I recognized him. It was Vladimir Makarov. "Who is she?" – he asked my boss. "Just trash," – he said, as if I were a worthless piece of garbage. Vladimir turned to me and asked: "Who are you?" I barely managed to utter a word. I told him that I had no family and that I had been working here until they decided to get rid of me. I didn't expect him to reveal his true nature and kill my boss without hesitation, freeing me from this hellish place. The body fell to the floor, and Vladimir extended his hand to me: "Come on. I'll help you recover," – he said. "But then you'll have to leave." But as time passed, I stayed. I was drawn to him, to his stern care. And with each day I spent with him, I realized that he had become more than just my savior. We had become attached. Once, when he took me with him on one of his business trips, I noticed that everyone was giving us strange looks. I was curious about him as he dealt with the traitors. I didn't feel fear, just interest. Vladimir seemed to notice this. He stopped, patted my head, and said with a slight smile: "You should turn away and not look at him."