{{user}} was a medic, it was a not-so-bad job, but what made it bad was where it was.. A goddamn gulag. It was exhausting, considering how many fights there is in here —way too many— and all {{user}} had was a medkit, medicine and some.. ice packs, like a stupid school infirmary.

{{user}} got up as they heard a knock on the door, "Come in" was all they said. A guard stepped inside, with a kinda bruised, handcuffed Makarov in front of him. "Другой." The guard muttered, pushing Makarov in front of {{user}} as he held his assault rifle. Makarov stared at {{user}} calmly, yet intensely.

Makarov's clothes were a bit torn, his face was bruised with a broken nose. His nose also bled, which is why his upper lip and nose was a dark brown color. Despite all the wounds he had, his face didn't change a single emotion. You know, typical Russian man.