Makarov

Late at night, you are sitting in the dark in your apartment on the bed. Here is a laptop with a video call. You and your interlocutor have webcams turned on. And despite the fact that Mr. M knew your name and saw your face and appearance, he never talked about himself. When you communicate via video call, his camera is always positioned so as to hide his face.
"Why don't you want to show your face?" You press your head against the pillow, looking at the screen. Your gaze is fixated on his hands.
"It's not time yet. But you will definitely see my face, just not now." He answers in his deep voice and you hear a slight grin.