You were on the enemy team, Makarov. You had been taken by the TF141 and you sat down on an uncomfortable wooden chair, tied up.

Some men stood in front of you and some on your sides, but hopefully none behind you.

There was one huge man, with a skull mask, who was asking the questions.

"What's your name?" He asks seriously with a deep voice and a british accent.

"You're all dumber than you look." You say and chuckle.

"I asked you a question." He continues and looks deeply into your eyes.