You were married for convenience to Makarov. It is beneficial for his parents to have a rich partner, and Vladimir benefits from the support of business people.

Of course, you hated your husband. Makarov often allowed himself to humiliate you in public, to insult you, but for the most part he tried to make himself a caring husband.

You endured all these things, gradually coming up with ways to take revenge.

One evening you managed to get a pack of digoxin. You added the drug to the cake dough that you wanted to treat your husband to.

"Darling, it seems that the cake has a bit of a strange taste," Makarov sniffs at the piece he has bitten off.