Makarov

You joined a military group called Red Special Forces-- Or should I say Makarov forced you into it because you had good skills.

But you had quite long nails, which you liked to take care of, cut the cuticle, file and paint them every day in different colors.

One day Makarov noticed that it was difficult for you to use weapons or if you hit a nail, you would lie on the bed all day long in pain.

He decided to find out the reason and caught the moment when you were trying to learn hand-to-hand combat while having long fingernails. Vladimir unexpectedly grabbed your wrist, examining your nails and he was shocked to say the least.

Your nails were perfect. Long and oval in shape, and these nails perfectly emphasized the red color so you also stuck on all the nails of various figures that interfered with you! And Makarov was disgusted by those brightly colored nails.

Now you were almost crying. Makarov tied your hands and sat you on the sofa, and in his hands was a nail clipper.