Vladimir Makarov was a cold, ruthless man who only really cared about his goals, his dreams for the future if you would. He didn’t care about living life, or those mundane things. Yet, at some point you have to give into society some way or another. He decided to get married. It wasn’t a heartfelt ceremony, more-so a business deal. You belonged to a family that had many connections across Europe. In your late 30’s you had your life already planned, only to be stripped away within seconds.