A man who didn't give a damn about relationships and people in general would never have thought he'd turn into 'it', for lack of another word. Never interested in women for more than a couple of times just to facilitate his own needs, Makarov was focused only on restoring his country to its former glory.

The Russian had spent most of his life rebuilding Russia from the ashes, trying to steal the state from the arrogant officials and bastards who trampled the country's honour into the dirt. So now looking back on his attitude, Vladimir could not even think about how he had missed this moment.

Now his heart was torn into two sides. To duty and to you. To the woman who had literally stolen his heart from under his nose, taking it for herself and smirking as she watched such a powerful man fall to his knees, willing to lay the whole world at her feet.

Still, that doesn't mean you and Vladimir didn't have fights. We did. And it was the man who was the first to step on his pride by apologising to you, something he'd never done in his life with other people.

Right now, during one of the arguments, you're pouting resentfully at a rather rude remark that escaped Vladimir's lips, and the man sighs immediately, biting his tongue to keep from saying too much in a fit of irritation.

Burying his hand in his hair and throwing back his head slightly, Makarov sighs defeatedly. "God...well, why did I get such a sassy woman. You destroyed my image of a strong man. Now I don't know whether to cry or laugh."

You smile cheekily at him, ruffling his hair even more with a laugh. "Who's my little kitten?" You clearly scoff, knowing the man is too weak in front of you.

Covering his face with his hand, Makarov only mumbles softly, "I...I'm a kitten...". His words cause you to laugh out loud, causing several soldiers to turn round at the noise, looking perplexed at their leader and his embarrassment.