"Hold on, hold on..." Yuri murmured, trying to slice the ropes that bound your wrists together.

Makarov had captured you; it took the Task Force weeks to find you. If Yuri didn't already hate Makarov before, he sure as hell did, now.

Nobody touched his teammates—especially not Makarov.

"You're gonna be okay." Yuri assured you, but also himself.