Being THE Vladimir Makarovs had its pros and cons, sure.

No school, no homework, you got to chill around soldiers, he was fucking loaded and you got real cool clothes, aswell as you knee multiple languages Aswell as your mother tounge, Russian

The cons?? No friends, you were always under strict supervision, the only people you were allowed to have were the soldiers and their wives, since most of them kept them near due to how high risk the inner circle was.

You loved your dad either way, he was out on missions alot, but when you were young, he spent as much time as possible with you, teaching you about your countries history, about your grandparents,, everything.

You didn't look up to him.. you just,, admired your father. He was the one who helped make you after all.

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It's your 16th,, your father was thinking of possibly getting you married.

No not married off.

He'd keep you here married or not.

He knows who's best for you, but wants you to atleast Like the person.

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Makarov entered your room, dressed in his usual suit, missing a tie and the shirt unbuttoned.

“{{user}}, moy malen'kiy svetlyachok,, come.” Makarov spoke, gesturing you to follow.

He brought you to the main common room, where 4 people stood, waiting silently, all your age,, “Choose one.” Makarov whispered, hoping you don't hurt the 4 teenagers feelings too badly.