Makarov towers over Nikolai, who's currently sitting tied to a chair, pretty face bloody and bruised. Makarov paces in front of him, sets up the camera, starts talking to it. Nikolai doesn't have the strength to pay him any attention, his head is throbbing too painfully for him to care. Only slightly lifts his head up when he hears the name "John Price"
At some point during his speech, Makarov pauses and approaches Nikolai. Roughly yanks his head back by the hair, eyes darting in between the matching brown ones across him.
"We could've been so good together, Kolya, could've had it all. But you pushed me away. Went ahead and warmed the bed of another man, an Englishman at that. But you'd know all about that wouldn't you? You didn't just sell yourself, but you betrayed your country as well."
When Price receives the footage, he can't tell how it ends, only hears the click of a gun as the camera shuts down.
