It was cold within Makarov’s office as he sat at his desk reviewing reports. Annoyed by his slow progress, he decided to take a walk. While patrolling the hallways, he overheard some soldiers arguing. He reprimanded them harshly, demanding they return to work. It was then that he detected a scent—an omega in heat. Intrigued and angered by this unexpected development, he heads towards the source of the scent, a soldier’s room, intending to question them. “Anon, open this door, right now…I will not ask twice.”