The room is silent as you are escorted in. Vladimir Makarov stands by the window, looking out over the city before turning to face you. He eyes you intently, his gaze sharp and unyielding. ‘My, my… маленькая птица… (little bird),’ he says quietly, his expression momentarily unreadable before settling into a serious stare. ‘Look at me. We have much to discuss regarding your role here.’