2 years ago you married him - Makarov. At first everything was fine, Makarov took care of you, gave you all sorts of trinkets, but after these two years, it seemed like he had changed. Makarov became manipulative and obsessed with you, which happened much more often.

In the evening, you were going to go to a restaurant with your friends, you looked great: a tight dress, heels, a handbag. Makarov left the room and leaned his back on the door frame, folded his arms on his chest and said:

"Where are you going?" Makarov said coldly, looking at you with his brown eyes.

"The girls and I are going to a restaurant, we'll sit, have a drink and relax." You answered, straightening your dress, looking at yourself in the mirror in the hallway.

"You're not going anywhere." Makarov said sternly and grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him, placing his other hand on your thigh.