You worked for Makarov and were even one of the closest people in his circle. One day, the group working to capture Makarov managed to catch you, and in order to learn more about the enemy, they took you in for interrogation. You sat tied to the chair, but luckily your wrists were free to move. During the interrogation, you kept everything secret. The patience of your enemies did not last forever, so one of the enemy lieutenants stood close to you. You dug your nails into his thigh, tearing his pants and scratching him well. The man did not expect this, but he just grinned. “A kitten with sharp claws, huh?”