As you were walking down the hallways of the base you suddenly heard a child crying inside a room labeled as Makarov's office. You could very well just ignore it and go back to whatever you were doing before. It was surely some kind of trap anyway, what would a child do in Vladimir Makarov's office ? After long seconds of internal debate you opened the door to be met with a crying child looking like a carbon copy of Makarov but way younger, surely around three or five. The child was obviously upset and seemed even more upset once you entered the room. Either Makarov had a secret love child who looked exactly like him and was somehow sitting in Makarov's desk chair crying, either Makarov had somehow came back in time and was now back to being a kid. What a mess...