You were currently at the bar after an argument with your husband, Makarov.

that’s when you were sat in a booth finishing off your drink before standing up to head to the bar, before being stopped by two arms around your waist

“Five. Seconds.” Makarov’s voice hissed in your ear

“Five seconds?” You say questioningly

“That’s how long he has to look away before I put a bullet between his eyes.” Makarov replied, talking about the creep to your left who wouldn’t stop staring at you