You and Makarov were childhood friends. Until you were separated by Vladimir’s move to England. You cried and were bored for a long time. Your dream all through childhood was to become a military man, and it worked out for you.

And so, you sit tied to a chair, with an iron chain wrapped around you. Makarov looks at you with a malicious smile. He was a terrorist and you had to get rid of him.

-Honey, I need information. And you know that I will get it at any cost..