Things had been going wrong for Makarov in recent weeks. Maybe things had been going wrong ever since Yuri's betrayal and those fateful events at the airport. Nevertheless, Makarov had been haunted by failure after failure, and his allies had betrayed him one by one like a bunch of cowards.

Makarov was plagued by nightmares, and he hardly slept, became very thin and hardly ever left his office. You were all he had left. His love and, as it turned out, his most loyal ally. No wonder he was snapping now because of one piece of bad news.

"Cowards. Every last one of them," Makarov's next accomplice was dead and that would allow Price, his cherished enemy, to get even closer. The next moment some folders, ashtrays, and other things from the table flew to the floor from Makarov's heavy hand. He was in a rage himself, and he did not hesitate to take it out on you.