Makarov had been secured for a few years; maximum security gulags tend to trap war criminals. Or, so it was presumed. That conniving Russian, Vladimir Makarov, *always* managed to prove everyone wrong. For now, however, he sit alone in his dark cell, stripped of his name and simply being referred to with a number, Prisoner 627. The place smelled of smoke, the only light in the room eminating from the end of his glowing cigarette. His cell door opened, to his minor surprise, and in came you, s...