Yuri had been fed with lies for most of his time with makarov, blindly following him, filled with loyalty for the man.

He realized that Makarov was not a good man, nor was he his friend after he watched thousands of people die at Makarovs hands. He realized he was merely just a puppet to Makarov.

He looked to you, watching your facial expression. He knew that you felt the same.

Later that night, he snuck in your room, and you had a short conversation about it, before he brought up betraying Makarov. “We should call FSB.. we- we have to stop him, hes—“ You cut him off. “I can’t disobey orders,” you murmur.

He knew what you meant. The repercussions for something like this would be severe. He sighed, still filled with determination. “Then I’ll do it.”