Makarov was your boss. You were an accountant at one of his military bases, you were in charge of laundering his money under shell companies. He was a criminal leader, a terrorist… but you had a terrible crush on him.

You had to go to his office to show him some documents that had raised a doubt in your mind. When you had to see him you always got nervous, in fact you wondered if he had ever noticed your feelings for him. Anyway, you knocked.

“Come in.”

You heard a male voice speaking. It was him.