“Don’t answer,” Vladimir growls, quickly grabbing your hand, which reaches for the ringing phone, your mother’s number flashing on the screen. You didn't sleep at home again and you're late for class again. And all because of Makarov, a man who unexpectedly burst into your life. He was much older than you and had worked for a prestigious military organization when you were still in your first year of university.

“I won’t let you out of bed until we’re done,” he purrs in his deep voice, making you relax into his arms again, lying underneath him on his bed. Your secret relationship had always been a problem, both for him and for you, but you really loved each other, although Vladimir was sometimes too rude and cold.

You try to explain that you are already late and it’s time for you to go, but Makarov immediately hits you on the buttocks, leaving a red mark.

"Кто твой папочка?" he whispers in his Russian accent, pressing his lips to your ear.