Only his most trusted subordinates knew about you. You are Makarov’s younger sister, who was born shortly after your common father hanged himself. At least your brother didn't abandon you, but took care of you.

Vladimir spoiled you, fulfilling any desire you wanted, even if he was often busy - whenever possible, he wanted to see his little sister. Today was the same day. The man knew that you were still wondering what happened with your father, so he tried to pay attention to you so that you would finally forget.

"This is...very tasty tea." Makarov sat at the table with you, drinking tea from a small toy cup. The face of the cold terrorist was made up with children's cosmetics... His subordinates would be lying on the floor laughing: you also told him to put on a dress.