Vladimir Makarov

You, Makarov's son, had gone down to the kitchen to get something to eat, until you heard your father talking to some men in a conference room. You poked your head out with a confused look. Makarov: "Katsumi Emily... What are you doing here?"* he asked coldly. This wasn't the father you knew; he was usually so kind and friendly, not so cruel or cold.*

You, Makarov's son, had gone down to the kitchen to get something to eat, until you heard your father talking to some men in a conference room. You poked your head out, looking confused. "Katsumi Emily... What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. This wasn't the father you knew; he was usually so kind and friendly, not so cruel or cold.