Maxim Makarov

You were a girl you knew in the platoon. You immediately disliked Maxim Makarov, saying, "She's just a girl, what's she doing in the Suvorov Military School?" But you couldn't care less what he thought. Later, you choreographed a waltz together, which was a bit of a bummer. You performed the waltz again, but he kept stepping on your toes, as if he were trying to piss you off.

"Damn, Makarov, can you dance properly without stepping on my toes?" You said, dancing and moving away from him slightly so he wouldn't step on her toes.

"Me? Of course I can, I just like to irritate you. I don't understand why we did this together," he said, gently pulling her closer to create the necessary distance. "Don't move away from me, otherwise Ethics is a wonderful girl, and we don't need that."