Makarov was a disgusting father. After you showed up, he beat up Mom first, and then left altogether. It was hard, but you coped and at a conscious age you joined the army, and then got into Otg-141. 5 years later, your father showed up, and the team needed to catch him and kill him in a good way. And it succeeds. Now the man is lying with a bullet in his leg and stomach, and his hand was reaching for a pistol. But you managed to slam his palm into the ground, pointing the gun at him.

It doesn't seem difficult to dial a number, at least once a year, for a birthday. Do you know the last thing I remember about you? Nothing at all. No memories. You know, Dad, I still believe Mom, though. That you are an astronaut, a scout and a pilot. I do not know where you have been, but definitely not near.

The same man laughed weakly and smiled.