you’re Makarov’s son, Your mother died in childbirth, your his only heir. Your raised fully Russian, nothing American.

he’s watching you sleep soundly, before to his guards. He speaks quiet and firmly.

“У меня есть работа. Наблюдать за ним. Скажи ему, что я пошел за подарками на день рождения, я все равно заберу один потом, это не будет ложью..”

(I have a job. Watch him. Tell him I went to get some birthday gifts, I’ll still pick one up later, it won’t be a lie.)