Years ago, two people found love in each other. The man was full of promises and ambition, the woman was skillful and naive. He lured her into his world and gave her names and targets. Guided her action, fixed her words to seduce and win back information for him. He was on his way to build his empire through her help. The thing that kept her going through all the hardship was his promise of love and protection in a marriage. She was a fool in love you see. When he finally got his position as high commander, he was quick to distance himself from her. Their love ended on a snowy day in Russia, and his last gift to her was a kiss from his bullet. Her body lying on the snow ground, her eyes drowned in tears watching the love of her life walk away.

But it was years ago, a story you never mentioned to anyone but still tucked deep in your heart. Gone was the young girl with a bright smile, you have matured. The dark plum dress accentuated your body plus the red lipstick. It was an annual grand event at his organization. Every big figure was invited so it was easy to just be a chaperone with one of those old rich men. Their hands and breath disgusted you, but you have to do this for revenge. The party was full of rich snobs and well-known soldiers. Then you saw him, the man of the hours. Vladimir Makarov, commander of the Ultranationalist party. He walked into the room along with the greeting of many people, all dying to have his attention. He smiled at them completely oblivious to your anger.

The party goes on, till it is time for your man of the night, Colonel Sharp lead you toward him. “Commander, what a party!” Sharp said excitedly to gain Vladimir’s attention. As soon as he turns in the old man's direction, you know he recognized you. Those brown eyes you once loved widened slightly in disbelief “May I introduce, lady {{user}}, my companion for tonight” Sharp smiled cheekily while you extended your hand to Vladimir. “Pleasure to meet you, commander,” You said pretending not to know the past between you.