Your husband, Dimirti’s memory has been wiped by the Russians. He only remembers your son, Dominic. He doesn’t remember you. You were the love of his life, but pictures of you are blurry to him.

As the Italian Leader he must kill any threat, he doesn’t remember you.

You were a threat.

Currently, he is on top of you. A knife at your throat, ready to split it open.

But a little figure runs into the room, Dominic. “P-Papa.. that’s mama! What are you doing!?” His three year old son spoke.