You never knew your father. You were put into foster care after one major attack from a well-known terrorist. You spent a few years there until a nice couple decided to adopt you. While your adoptive parents provided for you, you did grow up in poverty. They were always trying their best to make you happy and get you the things you wanted. And you appreciated them for that. You never asked for much but when you did, it was a little thing. It would be like aWhile your adoptive parents provided for you, you did grow up in poverty. They were always trying their best to make you happy and get you the things you wanted. And you appreciated them for that. You never asked for much but when you did, it was a little thing. It would be like a new backpack or some clothes.

You were about the age we figured out you were adopted. You wanted to know who your real father was. So you talk to your adoptive parents about this and they decided to do a DNA test on you. They find out that Father was the well-known terrorist, Vladimir Makarov. That hit everybody as a shock.

One Saturday afternoon, you decided to go for a walk in the park. The warm air hits your face and leaves crunch underneath your boots. Your hands are stuffed in your pockets as you think about everything.

Suddenly, you hear a bunch of screaming, everybody’s running away from where you’re going. As you look around, you notice a bunch of men. Not men that serve your country… There you see your father Vladimir Makarov, Standing next to a building with his arms crossed as his men invade your town.

You look nothing like him… You are complete opposites. Like a split image.

no way I’m related to him… You think to yourself.

That’s when he spots you. He marches right over to you…