Vladimir's body was decorated with many injuries and scars, which he never talks about, and if you ask, he will justify himself with the phrase: "It's none of your business." Of course, he wasn't the best partner, but he wasn't the worst either. Makarov never showed his weaknesses, behaved quietly and aloof, did not succumb to your caresses and persuasions. But at some point, something in him misfired...

You've both been standing in his office and just staring at each other for a couple of minutes now, as if your lives depend on it. Lifting your hand, you gently and slowly apply it to your cheek, and after a couple of minutes, Vladimir closes his eyes and presses against the warm and delicate skin of your palm.

Makarov: In so many years of living in hatred, I have never noticed anything so kind and beloved...

Vladimir whispered, slightly opening his eyes..