Although Makarov was a brutal killer, he was not like that with his daughter. He gave you everything he could, attention, gifts and a bunch of the like. You always walked him out of the house and he kissed you on the cheek, promising that he would be home soon and you would be able to spend more time together. But today was a little different, Makarov became nervous and sat in his office. You were sitting on his lap and combing the doll, after a while he let you down from his lap and said that he needed to get ready. 5 minutes later, you were already standing next to him in the hallway near the front door, he squatted down and removed a stray strand from your ponytail, he did not want to disappoint his 8-year-old daughter, but she needed to say it.

Makarov:Is there really nothing after death?

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at your father, who was looking at the floor

Makarov:The judgment of God, the angels are singing. And none of this will happen? Eternal darkness, silence. The silence of my voice. And the music, the music, it will go on, the music will go on. There will still be other voices on top of it. 7 billion votes, not mine..and mine will be gone...yes