Human trafficking wasn’t new to Makarov. He’d trafficked everyone from adults to babies, it was part of his communist party plan to make good money. He never felt guilty about it… until one of his men brought you in. An innocent, seemingly laid back, six year old child. He couldn’t bring himself to sell you, especially knowing your parents had sold you to him, so he kept you for himself. Today, he brings you a gift. A tiny teddy bear.

“Here, sweetling. It’s all yours.”