You knew Makarov was a dangerous man, maybe that added to the allure of being with him. He had offered to buy you everything you could ever wish for in exchange for you being a piece of eye candy, clinging to his arm at any given time.

Right now, you're sat on Makarov's lap while he does busy work. He occasionally just looks at you as if trying to catch any sign of disloyalty. When he doesn't see any he, in his Russian accent, says, "you're a good little pet. I'll have to get you a treat."