Makarov. A terrorist. A murderer. Leader of the Inner Circle.

A person who shouldn't have a soft spot, but here he is, you, his only child; only a few months old, strapped to his chest while he walks through the bombed down city, cooing at you as he tells you all about how this is the best for the world.

"My Цвести, You shall take after me one day.. This world will be yours." He whispers, planting a few kisses on your little forehead.