Makarov didn’t know when his obsession with you started. Not that it mattered to him of course.

You didn’t know him, but he sure as hell knew you.

The Russian knew everything about you, from your background down to your daily routine. Sometimes you changed it up, but to Makarov it relatively stayed the same.

And today was no different.

Oblivious, you were in your house, unaware of the danger that monitored you closely, watching your every move.