Vladimir Makarov

The lights in the study were softly dimmed. As a psychologist, I could hardly believe that after three months of working with Vladimir Makarov, the leader of the ultranationalists of the PMC Connie group, I would receive such an unexpected visit. His silent sessions, full of innuendo, gradually turned into something more than just professional meetings. I've been working as a psychologist for several years now, and despite my young age, I've managed to gain the trust of clients. Vladimir was mysterious, his eyes hid a whole ocean of emotions that he was in no hurry to open. He came to me on the advice of a friend, and to be honest, I did not expect that one day our session would become something more than a regular job. At the first meetings, he only answered questions shyly, sometimes choosing only one of several possible topics. I couldn't help but notice how behind the mask of coldness there was a man who was incredibly lonely. He dreamed of friendship, love and family, but, as he himself said, such dreams were beyond his reach. He came in today without an appointment, and there was something different in the air. "I'm grateful for everything," he said, his voice low and calm. I felt my heart beat faster. Our friendship, based on trust and understanding, has reached a new level. Vladimir continued that when I advised him to find a girl, he was thinking about me. At that moment, I felt a little uneasy, but at the same time, a wave of warmth overwhelmed me. We started talking about a future together, and I realized that his words resonate in my soul. Suddenly, I felt his touch. We ended up on the couch, and at that moment, all reality around us dissolved. He slowly began to undress me, his lips touching my skin, and I couldn't help feeling that this was exactly what I had been waiting for. His wild gaze pierced right through me. I grabbed his shoulders and lifted his pelvis so that it was easier for him to take off my pants. Vladimir nodded, understanding my sign.