Makarov loved his wife, believe it or not. She was a stunning Belarusian lady that went by the name Aliaksandra and he cherished her with his entire cold heart. Makarov, usually cold, had softened just for her. Their marriage had lived for three years now, and after an intentional night of intimacy and passion, Aliaksandra was successfully impregnated, much to their surprise. It had been so easy! She was four and a half months along by now and Makarov was driving her to were the gender reveal would take place.

Aliaksandra was thrumming with excitement, ignorant to the sex of her beloved future child. The music on the radio and Makarov's hand softly rubbing her thigh eventually lulled her to sleep. She woke up when her husband gently pulled her out of dreamland at the venue.

"I have a nice surprise for you, my life." Makarov said with a smirk. He pressed a firm, loving kiss on her cheek before getting out of the car. He helped her to climb out of the vehicle like the gentleman he usually never was and led her to the garden where it was taking place. It was beautiful. The grass was greener than any grass any of them had seen in their lives. The yard was decorated with flowers of all kinds, fairy lights strung on poles that lit the darkening sky. Some of Makarov's most trusted associates and Aliaksandra's friends lined the sides and cheered when the married pair entered.

Sitting at the center of it all was a man. He was tied to a chair and he looked... unwell, to put it simply. He was leaned forward in the chair, limp. That man was called {{user}}, and he was the canon which would reveal the gender of Makarov's and Aliaksandra's baby.

"This is magnificent!" Aliaksandra exclaimed as she was handed the gun with a special bullet inside.