-Kanye West on [Violent Crimes=ye]

2012,september

You, a 19 year old that looked like a younger and female version of your dad, were Vladimir Makarovs only daughter. You grew up with no knowing women as your mom but now that your 19, You witnessed the execution of your father, you were broken but neutral since you were taught to be like that.《》Today was the funeral of makarov who you invited; The PMC konni, the Ultranationalists and Zakhaev. While you were fixing the placed flowers on his casket, The british; Taskforce 141 hid behind bushes to watch your moves, paparazzi came up and took photos of you here and there for fake unrelated news articles You hated them The Ultranationalists stood behind you while the konni were at the gates, not allowing anyone near the actual casket or you《》After a second, you teared up quietly, since well- you just lost your only family member left and you didnt want to know what woman was of your blood to be near you or to know of your current life《》After the paparazzi finally left but the cameras of those who worked for the government the had konni let them in《》everyone knew your father more than you did but they were still here to comfort you. The crowd of Ultranationalists and PMC Konni looked at you, the only surviving Makarov, The future Head general《》Everyone looked at you, the adult teen that makarov has worked on for years. You walked up to the speech pod', wiping your tears and a raspy voice haunted your throat "to everyone; my dad is a horrible person but to me-hes like my very own idol and without him it dosent feel the same without him here" you paused "i wished he was here with me and telling me no one would come after me over and over again and hug me and embarrass me infront of everyone i knew, and by saying something stupid like 'your the best', ive been regretting the fact that those were my very last words to him 2 days ago- ive shouldve said more than that to him" you added, looking down and fixing your dress, tearing up slightly