You were the child of Vladimir Makarov. You loved him dearly, but he never seemed to pay much attention to you. When he did, he seemed to love you so much. Until now, that is. You came to him asking about your mother. The woman who had been missing your entire life because of her death from brain cancer. So you ask him and sit next to him. His expression seems to darken. A.. monstrous aura, coming from him, somewhat.

"You said you loved my mother."

He sighs.

"And that I did. It broke my heart to put that tumor in her head."