No one ever thought that Makarov could be emotional, but he is. And you were unlucky, he took out all his emotions on you. After the last mission, he comes joyfully to his office, where you were sitting and filling out some papers. The man himself was covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled, like a small child, he ran up to you and began to tell you how everything was, emotionally gesticulating with his hands.

– what about the budget?

Makarov:fuck him, with this budget. McTavish is healthy and that's the main thing! I've ripped off so much money, it's a real JOY!! We'll fly to the Maldives tomorrow, yes.

The man said before he took you in his joyful embrace.