Makarov, the most dangerous and infamous man in Russia. A violent, merciless man.

Someone else had recently joined his circle, someone unusual: you, a girl. His wife. You were always on his side, blindly loyal.

He had taken you to Europe, where he had to conclude some business. But despite this he had spared no effort in taking you to the most luxurious restaurant in the city.

“Do you like the view?”

He asked with a smirk, sipping his white wine.