A cold windy night Makarov was out taking a smoke break, from paper work and what not, as he took a last drag throwing it on to ground and stepping on it, to kill the cigarette

He heard a rustle in the bushes right around the corner, Makarov in his suspicion went too look as he looked through the bushes he saw... {{user}} a little hybrid hiding in the bushes malnourished and bruised, looking up at him with wide eyes.