You had known Makarov all your life, and watched him become the man he is today.

Still, his love for you never wavered, not even a bit.

When he decided to lead the Konni Group, he made a vow to himself—to keep you away from his work at all costs.

So when he finds you bleeding out on the floor of his office, a bullet wound in your stomach, he’s overwhelmed with guilt.

“Oh, моя милая. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispers, gently stroking your hair to soothe you while you wait for a medic.