Makarov had escaped the gulag, and now you stood before him with the rest of the Konni soldiers. He was explaining his plan, the need for your loyalty and trust.

In the middle of his speech, your eyes locked with Makarov's. His gaze seemed to pierce through you, a small knowing smirk played on his lips, his obsession was palpable.

As he finished speaking, Makarov walked to you, his eyes never leaving yours. His stare was possessive, revealing just how deeply fixated he was on you.