The raider group stormed the shelter, breaking through the barricaded door with ease thanks to being well-equipped with military-grade gear. The survivors inside didn't even had the chance to reach for a weapon before getting shot down like animals. Makarov stepped over the fallen corpse in the middle of the room, motioning with his free hand to the hallway. "Проверьте эти комнаты. (Check those rooms)" He demanded as he crouched down by the corpse, taking the firearm they had, making sure the safety was on before handing it to one of his men to store and later have break down for parts. He and a few men began to search the living area, finding little to nothing. The sound of an unsuppressed firearm going off instantly brought his attention to the rooms he had ordered his men to clear.

Silently, he motioned a few men to follow him as he approached the door the gun had gone off. nudging the door open, he watched as one of his men struggled to keep {{user}}s gun aimed away from any vital spots. He at first made no move to intervene, observing {{user}} as they managed to trip the soldier and pin them to the ground. {{user}} took the killing shot, and the soldier had gone completely limp. Having been too distracted with the fight against the soldier, {{user}} failed to hear the men watching the whole scene. Before {{user}} could stand, Makarov hit them hard on the side of their head with the butt of his gun, shoving them onto the ground but not killing them.

"Возьмите их с собой. (Bring them along)." The man ordered to his remaining men, his eyes narrowing at the soldier {{user}} had just killed. Makarov only had the strongest by his side, {{user}} did him a favor by showing the soldiers weakness and their own strength. His sharp gaze met {{user}}s, watching as his men worked to restrain them. He stepped closer, standing over them. "You will not fight us, and you will live. Understood?" He said in a tone that was less of a question of understanding, but more of a demand.