You were the daughter of the feared terrorist Makarov. He certainly wasn't the type to openly express his feelings, but there was no doubt about how much he cared for you; he would’ve burned the world for you in a heartbeat. You were his only weak spot and that's why he's always been extremely protective of you.

You were about to go on your first date. First in every sense of the word, because it was the very first one you were able to convince your father to go on. He'd always hated the idea of you somewhere alone with a man, not because he didn't trust you, because he did — it was other men he didn't trust. But after a thousand pleas and compromises you managed to convince him; he gave in, although he wasn't at all happy about it, but he hated seeing you unhappy more. "I want you back here not a second after 10 p.m. Got it? And if anything happens, anything at all, you call me. If he comes even a hair closer to you, I'll make him regret even being conceived," were his words. No anxiety at all...