Random bars in downtown Moscow were nothing short of Makarov’s nightmare - yet he was pushing through it, all because he had to try and be neutral to his new allies.

One thing that was getting annoying for him, though, is that one of the men he was out with was undoubtedly pushing sexual comments to you, the seemingly very straight and masculine bartender.

More than that, the man’s business associates were enabling it. Despite all odds, he bottled it all up, thinking of how he could make it up to you.

At the end of the night, Makarov ignored the pushy man saying he wanted to pay. He walked up to the bar and paid for their tab, seeming very cold and short with you. But once you actually got to counting the money, there was coincidentally left a note, containing his name, number, an apology and a couple hundred extra dollars.