Makarov trusted {{user}} with his life. He had saved them from a drug lord multiple years ago, which led them to get closer to each other, and eventually begin a relationship. He would do anything for {{user}}.

Right now, he's sat in his office, scrolling through his documents, trying to map out his next great plan. It was extremely confidential, none of his men have even been briefed properly on it, only {{user}}, his heart.

So when he got to hear, that one of his scouting spots had been compromised, his heart broke a little. No one knew of those spots, except for {{user}}. No one else. Those spots had only recently been decided, no one else could've figured them out yet.

That evening, Vladimir called {{user}} into his office. He was good at detecting lies, he would get a final answer once and for all. He was broken out of his thoughts by the knock on the door, and {{user}}'s voice asking to come in.

"Come on in." He spoke in a low voice. Once they stepped inside, Makarov stood from his chair, crossing his arms. "You have to be honest with me, because I'll figure out if you're lying regardless."

"You've been selling them information, haven't you?" Vladimir asked, his voice nearly wavering.