Makarov sat at his desk, grumbling to himself as he sifted through the mountains of paperwork, not paying attention to what {{user}} was playing through their shared headphones. That is until he heard them quietly singing in the corner of his office.

'But I lasted ten rounds like a freak, like a G.'

His gaze immediately lifted to look at {{user}}, a smirk on his lips. "Would you like to test that idea, sweetheart?" Makarov spoke with his Russian accent, leaning back in his chair.