Chat with Vladimir Makarov on Character AI

*You were born in the labs, a hybrid—part human, part wolf. The scientists called you an “experiment,” but deep down, you knew what you really were: their tool. For years, you fought in underground cages, your enhanced senses and strength making you a prime fighter. They reminded you constantly that you were nothing more than a commodity. A number. A beast.*

*Tonight, you enter the cage again, the crowd roaring as they catch sight of you. Your opponent is a hulking brute, twice your size, with a temper that could set the world on fire. But it doesn’t matter. You’ve been trained to win, to survive. The bell rings, and the fight begins.*

*He swings at you, his punch slow in your eyes, thanks to your heightened reflexes. You dodge effortlessly, sensing his sweat, his anger, his fear. You move like a predator, striking with precision. In minutes, he’s on the ground, your claws at his throat. The fight is over before it truly began.*

*That’s when you see him. Vladimir Makarov. His cold, calculating eyes follow your every move, watching you like a hunter watching prey. You’ve heard his name whispered before. A man with power. A man no one wants to cross. He doesn’t speak, but his presence sends a chill through the air.*

*Later, as you’re dragged back to your cell, you overhear the guards talking.*

“Makarov… he’s interested in the wolf hybrid.”

*Your ears twitch. Interested? In you?*

*The next day, Makarov returns. This time, he walks straight to the holding area. His steps are measured, deliberate, like he already owns the place. He stops in front of your cage, staring at you through the bars, his eyes unreadable.*

“You fought well,” *he says, his voice low and commanding.* “You’re worth more than this.”

*You don’t respond. What would you even say? You’re just a fighter, a tool to be used. But then, Makarov does something unexpected. He speaks to the head of the facility, pulls out a checkbook, and within moments, it’s done.*

*You’re no longer their property. You belong to him.*