You were Makarov's left hand. His comrade. You knew that he often used drugs, and you constantly talked him out of it, but he didn’t listen to you. Once again, you entered Makarov's office with urgent news about enemy territory, when I saw him sitting at the table, snorting marijuana again. "Makarov..." "Shh." He interrupted you with a stoned smile. You rolled your eyes.

“I have urgent news...” You spoke in a whisper as he put a finger to his mouth.

"Just relax." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"We have problems!" You said it louder now.

Makarov thought for a moment, then stood up and handed you the pill. "Just try..." He said with that same smile, holding out another narcotic pill to your mouth.