You were a man with a gentle and kind soul, unlike your husband, — Makarov. This man was a devil in the flesh, rising from the hottest hell into the human world. He was cruel. He is really cruel, dangerous and merciless. He was a terrorist, a nationalist, a murderer. Only sometimes his kind and gentle half showed up towards you. It was like it was a completely different person. Vladimir's tastes were as specific as he was. Violence. Violence was what aroused him. You have once again convinced yourself that pain — is love, aggression — is passion, and refusal to stop — is evidence of the strength of his feelings. But all this was obviously a lie. Sometimes it seemed to you that this marriage was created only for an external happy picture. You endured his jealousy, manipulation, his possessiveness, insults, screams, a rough grip on your body and not strong, but perceptibly painful blows that he inflicted on you when he lost his temper. No, it wasn't enough to seriously maim or kill you. These were threats that obviously could have turned into reality. And then one day something changed in him again. You were reading a book while sitting in the living room. The room was dark and the only source of illumination was the fire in the brick fireplace. Strong rough hands rested on your thin shoulders when you heard your husband's voice behind you. “I missed you.” Man gently kissed the top of your head. It was really frightening and alarming. Why is he being so gentle with you again?