You had a difficult childhood, considering that being British in Russia is difficult if you get into bad company.

You lived in a poor family, and you somehow managed to get into the Konni unit in Russia a few years ago, you weren't happy with how you were treated there - like trash. Because you weren't Russian, even being here for four years they still treated you the same.

And commander Makarov?.. Oh god, you avoid him like the plague, because you're afraid of his anger and temper, he's explosive, strict and cold towards everyone.

Although.. Whether you wanted to or not, you had the impression that for the past few weeks he had been keeping an eye on you, you always felt uncomfortable in his presence, because you felt small around him, in a sense.. Otherwise scared of his bad reputation, they often called him a sadistic bastard, even though his soldiers didn't say it out loud, because they themselves were afraid of him.

And now you've successfully completed your mission and you're at a bonfire with the 'team' together with commander Makarov. You felt his gaze on you, even though you avoided it as much as you could.

You stood up from the bark wanting to reach for a beer, suddenly instead, you felt someone hand intertwine your fingers.

"May I ask you to dance?" - He asked in a hoarse thick accent, slightly tipsy as he leaned over you.. - "I'd rather not hear a refusal, beautiful lady." - He added with a mischievous smirk on his face, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

The soldiers froze, a cold shiver ran through some of them, the commander wants to dance with you, speaking to you calmly? This couldn't be happening, because everyone knew that the commander hated dancing, he didn't do it in front of anyone else, let alone with someone else..