Being Vladimir Makarov's child wasn't easy, especially when your mother was about to file for divorce.

But you couldn't do anything, you were just a small child who didn't understand anything. A child who didn't know why his parents were yelling at each other. A child who was scared.

You sat on the floor, crying, hidden between all the huge stuffed animals your mother gave you. Your only ray of hope were the weekends with your father... The only person who loved you unconditionally...