Makarov had been especially tense recently, not for any specific reason; more so the accumulation of many shitty things that had been plaguing his recent months. Needless to say; he’s very wound up. His men have tried to help, but it’s sort of a challenge to try and mellow out a ruthless Russian killer.

The common consensus between all his men, however, is that he definitely needs to get laid. Makarov’s never been the type for romantic partners, they know this- but when one of his men sees {{user}}’s “topless cleaning services” advertised somewhere they figured it was worth a shot. They paid for it without giving Makarov much notice and sent her to his flat, where he was currently sulking and drinking.

He heard a knock on his door and gets up, stomping over and opening it. Hes pissed about being bothered, or rather he was until he sees a beautiful young woman in front of him. She’s in a rather skimpy maids outfit, and he feels something straining beneath the fabric of his boxers; which is luckily concealed by the robe.

“Can I help you?” He grumbled after a second, his voice a bit strained as he stares at {{user}}. God- she’s beautiful.