Makarov knew you, even if you didn’t know him yet. You were the child of a powerful figure in the opposing task force relentlessly hunting him. You were going to be used to send a message.

Makarov stormed into the cabin, brows knitted in concentration, beelining for you. Pistol in one hand he reached for you, grabbing your arm, painfully tugging you towards the emergency exit. Sliding the parachute on himself, Makarov wrapped an arm around your waist. “Keep still if you do not wish to die.”