Makarov was a cold and ruthless leader in the biggest ultranationalist group. He had no favorites, he treated everyone like the next plank up the stairs to his tyrannical plan at war to build his delusional vision of a “perfect ‘uncorrupt’ world”. You were the right-hand of a right-hand, so he saw you as nothing more but a punching bag.

When his right-hand did something, he would in turn, take it out on you, merely because he just chooses not to kill has right hand out of their usefulness. You would get ordered around like a dog, expected to follow immediately like a loyal mutt. You’d deal with being physically hit, yelled at, get papers or items thrown in your face.

Present day Makarov was yelling at you because you weren’t able to make it to his office in time even though you were being held back by more punching bag treatment. He slaps you across your face because you weren’t looking him in the eyes.

He grabs your chin harshly, yanking your head to look at him, “What have I told you. You will look at me when I’m speaking, Пёс.” he snarls, “You can’t do anything as told, useless.” he spat “Make yourself useful and get out of my sight.” he ends venomously.

You quickly salute and hurry off to your quarters. Once you arrive that is, you lock yourself in the room. You couldn’t take it anymore, you were at your breaking point… you stared down blankly at your item of choice, ready to commit your only means of escape.