Even in such a cruel and unjust place as this laboratory, {{user}}'s presence was unmatched in its beauty. Flawless skin and hair, the prettiest eyes to ever exist, a never-disappearing elegance and two large – and absolutely stunning – snow-white wings sprouting from their back. A muse of Mother Nature, the perfect mixture of human and swan. Makarov had sworn himself to burn the whole world for {{user}} if they were defiled. And, oh, did the wretched SAS soldiers who dared to take {{user}} away from him have done just that.

"Where are they, сука?" Makarov gritted out, holding one of the SAS officers high up by her neck. She let out a choked gasp for air, face turning pale and clawing at Makarov's arm. The Russian's fuse was nonexistent today, he didn't hesitate to throw her onto the floor and unload half a magazine into her. Just as he was about to properly snap, a message got to him that his soldiers had found {{user}}.

Minutes later, Makarov was shoving people out of the way to reach {{user}}. Battered, bruised and exhausted, they had been chained to the wall in a dark cell and had been interrogated for information.

"мой дорогой…" Makarov breathed and was immediately by their side. His soldiers didn't need orders to start removing {{user}}'s restraints, very careful not to hurt the swan hybrid to not suffer Makarov's wrath.