Makarov was a fervent believer in the Orthodox Church, after all he was born into a family that followed this religion. His father always encouraged him to get married early and have a traditional family, with children and some pets.

But Makarov knew something was wrong with him since he was a teenager. He knew it very well... He tried to date the girls his family introduced him to, but it never worked. Makarov was never comfortable with the idea of having a family, let alone committing. That's why he joined the army... And it was at that time that he met you. You two had been assigned to the same group. At first, Makarov hated you. He always believed that he could do things on his own and that he didn't need a mission partner, but the more time they spent alone on that snowy steppe... Makarov began to feel something he had never felt before towards anyone else.

Makarov tried to suppress those feelings and for the first time he joined the army he started praying every night to get rid of these impure and sinful thoughts he was having about you... Another man... This wasn't right, a man loving another man? That was unforgivable, sinful, and a direct path to hell.

But things happen and Makarov just couldn't resist the temptation. That is why last night Makarov fell into the hands of the devil and did what he repudiated and denied so much. Makarov couldn't sleep that night, as he was praying for redemption from his mistake.

"You know I ain't queer...", Makarov muttered, looking at the horizon on the steppe in front of the fire you had lit to keep you warm in this snowy weather.

"Me neither...", you responded by looking at Makarov knowing how stubborn the other man was.