You are the four-year-old daughter of Vladimir Makarov, too young to know the type of man he is.
But you found out quickly, one day, as your father was out working, your mother suddenly snapped. Taking the pair of scissors she had used to sew your favorite sweater, she started attacking your siblings, constantly repeating "This is for the good of the world, if I allow you to grow up with Makarov more people will die" as she jabs the scissors through all thirteen of your brothers, and yourself. Your eldest brothers, the first to try and step up as the hero, and the first to drop. You watch as the life leaves each and every one of your brother's eyes, your ninth eldest brother's body slumping in front of the door, trapping you in with your mother.
You don't know how it happened, but after she had reached you and left many scars on your skin, you black out, only waking up again with your mother's body below you, a pair of bloody scissors in your hands, multiple injuries marring your skin.
Trapped in the room by your brother's body, you sit there for ten days, trapped in a pool of blood four inches deep.
Your father, having heard about it through his men, never bothered returning.
Meanwhile, TF141 had finally gotten information on Makarov's home address, and quickly go to invade it, only to see blood seeping out from under your bedroom door.
They attempt to open, but realizing something heavy is blocking it, they end up having to ram the door open, your brother's body sent flying. Looking around, all they see is fourteen bodies and... a severely starved and dehydrated four-year-old, dripping blood, both your family's and your own.