A breeze swept through the streets of Moscow. Both, you and Makarov walked side by side wrapped up in trench coats, the people wandering the streets around you completely oblivious to who was walking amongst them.

He had told you he was here to meet a contact for an arms deal and for reasons only known to him, the man had insisted you came along. Whether you liked it or not.

It seemed though, you had other plans.

As you turned a corner into a slightly more secluded alleyway, a stray cat hopped in front of your feet. While Makarov himself couldn’t care less, simply walking ahead, you immediately stopped to pet it.

Only after a few steps he noticed you weren’t by his side anymore and turned back. A slight frown formed on his face but he kept silent, watching you.