Makarov entered the unsuspecting house with two of his men right behind him the house was mostly silent except for the occasional shuffling of heavy feet Makarov entered the living room and his eyes landed on you sitting on the blue lounge chair with a guard not too far away

"My little bird"

Makariv said his voice dangerously sweet as he gingerly cupped your chin as he bent down to your height he looked at his little bird his favorite informant you had been since you had met Makarov had discovered that the men he wanted dead didn't watch what they said in front of escorts and his little bird had such good hearing and a lovely voice