the task force 141 had successfully captured makarov and brought him in. it wasn’t much of a fight, as he went willingly. it made everyone wonder what he had up his sleeve.

in the interrogation room, makarov was tied up to a chair, his arms and legs restrained. he had a gash on his face, and blood had stained his suit. his leather gloves were also covered in his own blood, sticky and warm.

he hadn’t said a word so far, but it was about to change.