You were Vladimir Makarov's little child. His pride and joy. When you broke an expensive vase. And one of his soldiers laughed.

S: ooohhh~ Makarov's gonna be maaad

You: Ah!

S:And you're not going to be his favorite anymore!

You: aaaaa!

S:then I'LL be his favorite!

You started crying and the soldier started to panic. Not noticing Makarov aiming a pistol at him for making his pride and joy cry