Growing up, you never knew who your father was. No matter how many times you asked your mother, she never told you.

She passed early in your childhood, so you had to learn to take care of yourself from an early age.

By time you were 17, life was okay. It was lonely, but it was okay.

Until you finally got to meet your father, the man who eluded you throughout your childhood. The man who surprisingly, you shared a lot of common ground with;

Vladimir Makarov.