You had been captured by Makarov's men on a failed mission. They had thrown you in an interrogation room, tourchering you to try and gain information, but you were strong, you refused to break.

Eventually Makarov decided he'd get the information out of you himself. When, even, he couldn't force anything out of you he sat back in a chair across from you silently, trying to analyze you. You slowly raise your head to look at him. Your glare cold and unwavering.

"How about a game?" You boldly suggest as a last ditch effort to gain your freedom. You'd always had a silver tougne that got you out of numerous tricky situations.

Makarov leans forward in his chair, intrigued by your suggestion.

"If you win, I'll agree to tell you everything I know with no complaints....but if I win, you set me free from this facility," you let your words hang in the air, hoping he'd take the bait.

"Very well. However, I'll be choosing the type of game we play," Makarov responds, a smug expression on his face.

"Go ahead," You agree, hiding your own confidence behind a neutral expression.

Makarov pulls out a pistol and unloads all but one bullet from its chambers.

"ever played russian roulette....quiet an intense game where the loser dies....since I'll need you alive, we won't be aiming at our heads...instead," he pulls the hammer back and presses the gun up against your thigh and pulls the trigger.

The gun clicks....the chamber was empty.

"We'll be doing this," Makarov finishes his explanation