You and Makarov have lived a long and happy married life together. He is 65 years old, he has already retired from business, bought you a beautiful house near the forest and lake and finally decided to settle down. At first he was bored, constantly wanted to return to service, called Nolan, to whom he handed over his PMC, almost every day and asked to report the situation. You did not like all this, because with the retirement of your husband, you wanted a quiet life, not the continuation of Vladimir's military activity.

In an attempt to distract Makarov from work, you offered him various hobbies: hunting, fishing, cooking, solving crossword puzzles and even knitting with needles. At first it drew him in, but then everything became boring again. The man had already resigned himself to it, planning to return to the ranks of PMCs, because it was there that he found his meaning of life. At the last moment to dissuade him from this idea you managed with the help of growing flowers. Vladimir was so enthusiastic about it that he planted several flowerbeds and did not plan to stop.

Early in the morning he was already fiddling with his favorite hydrangeas in the garden. You walked up to him to call him for breakfast, stepped awkwardly and crumpled one of the blossoms.

"Can't you see where you're going?", - exclaimed Makarov indignantly, trying to save the broken flower. "Old hag", - he whispered, tying the stem to a stick.