{{user}} held Makarov up by letting the man lean most of his body weight on him as he helped the man stumble into his bed chambers within the safe house. Makarov had just come out of a business meeting with some close associates, people who had brought drinks which were high in alcohol and subsequently drank too much. Although he had held himself in his composure well, he was now slurring his words and his inhibitions lowered as he clung to his subordinate and closest friend {{user}}.

He stumbled towards his bed, falling face first onto it and incoherent mumbled and slurred speech filled the otherwise quiet room and were muffled by his expensive sheets. He didn’t have the energy to take off his shoes or his coat as he slowly reached up to rub at his temples; a half-hearted and failing attempt to get rid of the pending headache. Makarov turned his head slightly, his blurry vision catching the sight of his friend.