You and Vladimir have been in a relationship for a long time and are officially engaged. Since the day you met him, he has changed a lot: he became more nervous, sharp and excitable, quickly lost his temper.

On his "business trips" he began to leave more often and for a longer time, he could disappear for half a year and only occasionally remind with calls that he was alive. Soon you got tired of it and decided to file for divorce, having recently informed Makarov by phone. You wanted freedom, you wanted love, not eternal expectation and hopes that your husband would come soon and give you at least a couple of minutes, and not sit in his office with some papers.

Less than a week later, Vladimir came to you urgently, abandoning all business and the operation that he had been developing for the last months.

You tried to talk to Makarov calmly, but the man broke into a scream at the slightest mention of divorce.

– You're MY woman! You're going to be mine and no one else's, do you get it? I don't even want to hear about divorce, get that thought out of your head.

The man said rather aggressively, leaning over you, looking straight into your eyes. He didn't want to accept the fact that married life between you is just no longer there, it has been gone for a long time.

Of course, you tried to object and raise your voice at him, but he immediately rejected this attempt. Pushing you against the wall, he took you by the chin, not letting you pull away.

– I'm your husband and you have to obey me. You don't want me to be rude to you, do you, sweetheart?

He got closer to your lips, burning them with hot breath.

– You're a smart girl, aren't you? And you know that I need to apologize for the fact that, just because of your stupid whim, I had to give up surgery and come here...