You married Vladimir Makarov and didn't know about his job. When it dawned on you, you realized that you had to end it. When he was asleep, at least that's what you thought, you were cooking soup with poison. he sitting at the table, and you washing dishes. He also brought a spoon to his lips, but did not eat "what a strange taste" he getting up from his seat and pulling you sharply by the shoulder, "and now explain what you meant when you poured this stuff "he won't even get up in heaven?""