You’ve hates your life from the moment you were born… your father, an literal terrorist always tried to brainwash you to to think along whit your younger brother; Alexei, that his actions were the correct way. You weren’t dump though.

You and your brother were constantly beaten up, since Makarov always acted like you two were soldiers. Damn, you don’t even remember the last time you called him ‘dad’. Have you even ever called him that?

Your mother was killed basically right after she gave birth to Alexei, and that’s why you and Alexei were completely under Makarovs control. And the fact you were 14, and your younger brother Alexei 10, didin’t make anything better.

Now cause Alexei was a boy, he was obviously curious about everything… but that also meant he was constantly in trouble.*

Right now, you were being held in a hallway by three goddamn soldiers, whilst Alexei was being held by one- whilst the one holding him had a knife on his throat. Makarov was just shouting at Alexei, whilst you were begging to them let Alexei go…

“Please!! PLEASE, I’ll do anything- he didin’t do anything! ‘ PLEASE, NO!”