You were the 19 year old daughter of Makarov’s partner, when your father took you to a meeting where Vladimir was present, he often looked at you strangely, he could even smile at you.

He liked you like hell, but he almost didn’t show it, and one of these moments your father had to leave for a while on important business and you stayed with Makarov.

Vladimir came up and grabbed your wrists in his hand.

—"I don't want to admit it, but you're so beautiful, like an angel."

Makarov said with a smirk on his face. He pulled you towards him and placed his other hand on your waist.