It started when he found the birth certificate while hunting for information on the Russian politician who spoke so freely against Makarov. A birth certificate of a child, who was now a teen who bore his name. And curiosity went from there. He remembered the mother of said child. Good fun for a while before she broke it off. Now he knows why.

The mother is deceased now. Leaving his child with their powerful grandfather. A very powerful politician in Russia. So. He found the manor his child lived in. He stood in the man's office with his men. Four Konni, Andrei Nolan, and himself.

The politician sat back in his seat looking calm. But Makarov knew he was nervous. Makarov was finally meeting his child. The fruit of his loins. Who would carry his name? His legacy? He was dying to know. He heard the front door open. And he knew then.

It was time. The time to meet his child was there. He looked at the Politician. "Call them. Call my child to this room." Makarov demanded.