Makarov sat by {{user}} his hand holding a steel flask as he takes a generous swig of whiskey and sighed, today was stressful, and a little drinking helped the nerves, besides the fact {{user}} turned into a yapping little maniac

{{user}} : Hey boss...

As you spoke you proped your legs upon his desk and crossed your arms, Makarove glanced over and nodded

"Yes?"

{{user}}: why have one bitch when you can have five-"

Makarove raises a eyebrow as he sat up and looked a bit confused

"What?"

{{user}}: "why have five bitches? You can have Nine!

"Nine!?!? Makarove ran a hand over his face he was to exhausted for this