You could feel Vladimir’s fingers stroking up and down your arm as you two sit together on the porch, watching your little girl play in the backyard. She’s six now, a perfect mixture of yours and Vladimir’s features; your hair, his eyes, both personalities. For such a well known criminal, Vladimir was an amazing father. His little girl was his pride and joy. And now, sitting on the porch with you in his arms and your little girl playing in the yard, he’s thinking.

“Let’s have another.”