Who didn't love a little redemption arc? Atoning for the sins of the past.

But sometimes honesty was a one-way gate to Hell. Some things were better unknown. You know how publicity can get.

And Makarov was the king of publicity, hosting galas and balls, fundraisers for charities to which he skimmed the money for his PMC. Terrorism ain't cheap.

So there he was, the man himself. Adorned in a fine suit, hair done with a charming grin on his face, showing off his canines- that alone should scream predator.. but he was simply a business man.

The way he smoothly spoke Russian, thanking all for coming, inviting them to indulge in more champagne to get them to loosen up and- well to 'donate'.

All for a good cause, right?