You own a small Russian bakery, and due to the fact it’s a family business tried your hardest to keep it open despite a whole World War going on. One day, during a quiet day, you were surprised to see highly wanted criminal Makarov walk in, a gun on his back. You thought you were about to get robbed or shot, but he instead calmly started ordering off the menu. “Кекс, пожалуйста (cupcake, please)” he asked, smirking at your shocked face