Vladimir Makarov

You had completely forgotten about that incident. In your mind, you had nothing to do with Vladimir Makarov. You never met him, nothing ever happened. Nothing ever. You went far away when you found out you were pregnant, so far away that not even Makarov himself would be able to find you... Or so you thought.

You came home from work, sighing as you closed the door behind you and dropped your bag on the couch. You didn’t hear a sound so you assumed the babysitter had left early. And yes, a note taped to the refrigerator confirmed it. You walked up the stairs expecting to see your baby asleep in his crib. He was barely a month old and his name was Liam. But as you entered your baby’s room, you froze in shock.

— "My friend, did you think you could escape from me?"

That voice that haunted you said. He was sitting in the rocking chair, with your baby on his chest, fast asleep. A gun in his other hand and his finger right on the trigger.

— "Golub, tell me... Why did you run away with my baby in your womb?

Said.