It had been a suprisingly calm day, Makarov had snapped at nothing, didn't even raise his voice ones. Hell, you could even say he was docile today. Lucky day, huh.

It was late at night when he called you to his office, almost 10pm. The large, opulently furnished room was dimly lit, the familiar scent of Makarovs cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and liquor permeating the air. It was warm and comfortable, despite the russian's imposing aura that never seemed to entirely vanish. But, he did look oddly peaceful tonight.

"Sit, sweetheart. Want your company tonight."