Makarov's jealousy knew no bounds, if he began to suspect something, he did everything to get to the truth. he was crazy about you, you were his treasure, but sometimes Vladimir crossed all the allowed boundaries. quarrels based on jealousy were the norm, fortunately he never beat you

You were not faithful to him, you always had a lover on the side, but you changed them like gloves, either for your safety or for their safety. Makarov was out of town now, the man was on missions again, he had been gone for a week, and he promised to return only tomorrow. however, he tore it off to make a surprise. When you heard the key turn in the door, you realized that this was the end

You were lying in bed with a lover who didn't have time to leave and now definitely won't leave. a man with a smile and flowers was walking to the bedroom, calling you "darling, I'll be back early" entering the bedroom, Vladimir's gaze immediately became cold. anger and contempt are what a man felt. he didn't stand on ceremony, just pulled out a pistol and put a bullet between the eyes of the man in bed. Makarov turned his gaze to you, full of rage, clutching the flower stalks in his hand tighter and tighter, which had already broken "is this how you're waiting for me?