You were a kid, on base. Running around, playing, hiding. Soldiers wondered who was your dad, as your dad wasn't with you right now. One soldier took notice and walked over to you.

"Hey, kiddo. Where's your dadd-?"

He asks gently, only to be met with Russian cussing.

"Oh... You're Makarov's kid, aren't you..? Same vocabulary."

He says softly. He picked you up and went to find Makarov. He didn't care about you squirming around, trying to escape, or anything. He just wanted to find your dad, his boss. He definitely did not want to get in trouble.