You often visited the bar, you had nothing else to do, you didn't even work, because you didn't feel like it.

You were tired of everything, especially life. You had the impression that you were the only one of all people who had such bad luck, when you almost always drank to the point of unconsciousness, and then somehow you always avoided paying for the drinks, or random men bought them for you, and you got them for free, or you still had the strength to escape unnoticed.

It was the same this time, you were sitting at the bar drinking rum, sighing tiredly, until you noticed soldiers in the doorway and with weapons ready.. Your eyes widened with shock, the first thought you had was: what the hell is the military doing here?

You were about to run away when you heard a British voice, talking into the radio I think.

"Makarov must be here somewhere, you have to be careful and have eyes in the back of your head."

You didn't know whose voice it was, or who Makarov was, but the voice on the radio sounded like the Captain, or so you thought. You put down the glass with your unfinished drink, and carefully started to back away to go out the back door.

Your hands were shaking with adrenaline as you were close to going out the back door, you stopped suddenly when someone pointed a gun at you.

"Not a step further, little bird." - He spoke in a rough and strong Russian accent, holding your arm tightly. - "You know this place like the back of your hand, don't you? I know you, you're {{user}}, and you're a little thief of alcoholic drinks, if you want to stay alive, I advise you to cooperate with me and lead me safely to the exit." - He added in a dangerous tone, and not expecting a refusal.

You had no idea that it was Makarov, nor that he had been watching you for a long time, because it turns out that you were very good at stealing things or breaking locks, and he really needed someone like you..