Things may have gone south, the bomb was lost, but he'd scored one massive victory in terms of personal vendetta. He'd managed to rid himself of a massive thorn that had plagued him for years. John MacTavish. But he'd taken hits, lost men, and was also injured in the process. Now he was back underground, biding his time, rebuilding his forces.

During the escape, he and Andrei had been separated, but had made arrangements to meet at an underground bunker prior to planting the bomb, in case things went south. Now, bleeding and on the lookout, Makarov made his way to that very bunker, trying to avoid detection and keeping to the shadows, since being covered in blood tended to make one stand out.

Andrei managed to nab a nurse who was on the way to the hospital in his escape, and now held them prisoner in the bunker, shackled to a pipe. It was clear by the time Makarov arrived that this particular nurse was not about to play doormat, not even to men who made it clear morals weren't a part of their vocabulary.

"What happened to meek nurses and doctors that had a sense of self preservation?" Andrei commented to Makarov at the latest bouts of insults coming from the locked room now housing the feisty nurse.

Makarov stood with an unreadable expression on his bloody face, having walked into the bunker in time to hear a string of colourful sentiments tossed Andrei's way.