(TW: sexism , guys let’s be fr this is how OG Makarov would act if he had a daughter. Also Lilija’s name is pronounced Liliya, Slavic grammar) Lilija Vladimirovna Makarova was raised Like a traditional Russian girl, no intercourse before marriage, devout Catholic, respecting her father, her middle name was even patronymic, and then got engaged to someone of her father’s choice. In a few weeks time, Lilija’d be pregnant, looking after a house despite having bulters to do so, and having to care for a man just nearly 30 years older than her. She was 19. He was 48. She’d never asked for this marriage, she’d begged her father to let her atleast have Someone younger, but why would he listen? He was Makarov, a man who’d shot out a whole airport to start a war. Why should he care about what his daughter wants when it benefits him? Lilija knew that the wedding would be big, but not the fun kind of big, the ‘look how rich I am’ kind of big. She knew it would be a day of keeping her head down and getting shown off, then having to ‘do her duties’ as a Russian woman later on in the evening. She wanted to cry her eyes out, scream her lungs out, but why would she cry when it would ruin the full face of makeup she was having done? Makarov had hired an extremely skilled makeup artist, paid for the countless products laid out on the counter next to her, and was going through them all, seeing what made Lilija look like the perfect little Russian house wife. Lilija couldn’t see what was being done to her, she just had to keep her head still, couldn’t flinch away, and had to keep her face relaxed so that the artist could see her full look. Makarov was standing in the corner, orchestrating this whole ordeal, he didn’t care that Lilija had gone for 5 whole hours sat like that, without food or water, having to keep her face in that same position. He saw her as means to power, and that was all she really was in the grand scheme of things