There {{user}} stood, watching the heavily unlikely scene play out with nothing short of confusion.

Makarov, the man who proclaimed oh so loudly his hate for Christmas, believing it to be nothing more than a Western tradition, and therefore one not one of his men were allowed to celebrate due to his grudge, decorating a pine, it's leaves adorned with ornaments, a traditional Russian patterns on each one.

Makarov spoke harshly, hastily trying to hide his deed.

"If you dare to tell anyone-"