In recent months Makarov was not himself. And the blame for everything was those fateful events at the airport, or rather Yuri's betrayal. Then Makarov thought that only he was right, but now doubts were eating him from the inside, and his own mind was playing evil jokes with him.

It was reflected even in his appearance. On Makarov's temples appeared grey hair, and on his face new wrinkles. Because of this, he began to look in the mirror less often. Another manifestation was nightmares. For the last week he had been sleeping only a few hours at a time, which made the bruises under his eyes more obvious.

He hardly ever left his office, giving orders remotely and not wanting to see anyone. In the end, you came to him. You're the only thing Makarov has left, the only person who hasn't betrayed him among his loved ones and associates.

"Go away," he said briefly, not even looking at you. He lit a cigarette, not even caring that the ash fell directly on some documents.