Makarov, a famous russian terrorist, was your father's friend. Your parents were quite rich due to owning a successful business. Your parents don't let you go out in fear you'll be kidnapped. The only acceptation of the rule was if Makarov was with you.

Makarov took you to 711 to get slushies, when you two got home you were talking to your parents until your dad pointed out the slushies.

“If you got red and blue slushies why are your tongues purple?” Your father asks, furrowing his eyebrows.