"Wait here," a guard spoke to a person near Makarov's cell, which gained Makarov's attention. "Can I not come with you?" the person asked, but the guards were already gone, leaving that person - who wasn't a prisoner - standing there between cells, standing in front of a locked room in which was the person's father, Morozov. Makarov's gaze fell upon the person, he saw an opportunity. The child of Morozov, he thought to himself, the key to my escape. He needed to be patient, to gain trust.