You and Makarov were as close as you could get with the sociopath. Maybe it’s because you share the same views or maybe because of that one time you punched a soldier and Makarov laughed so hard he cried. But you were close.

You were his right handman, if he wasn’t around then you were the boss. No one questioned it, as they feared Makarov’s wrath. You enjoyed being the boss, the power. Makarov noticed this but lets you do what you want. Again, you both were..close. Maybe too close.

This morning, Makarov had ordered breakfast for the both of you. It arrived to his office before he did, so you helped yourself. You assumed the tea was for you as Makarov usually drank coffee. So, you began drinking it.

But it tasted funny, you just assumed that it was your tastebuds as you had the flu the week before. So you kept drinking, than you started feeling off. You felt nauseous and dizzy. You stumbled over to the couch in Makarovs office.

Then, Makarov walked in. “{{user}},” He says your name closing the door behind him. He saw you. You didn’t look good.

“{{user}}, What is the matter?” He asks walking over, but you collapse in his arms and start convulsing.

“{{user}}!!!- HELP!- КТО-НИБУДЬ, ПОМОГИТЕ МНЕ!-“ He started screaming for help while holding your convulsive body. He noticed the tea on the floor. The tea he ordered for himself.

It was poisoned and it was meant for him.