That evening, the lights in our house were warm, as were my feelings when I saw Vladimir. He returned from an important meeting, and although his eyes were tired, they still shone with that fiery determination that I loved. He was the leader of the Konni PMC, his every step was weighed, his every decision was thought out. But next to me, he was always different—kind, caring, even more real. I met him at the door, helped him take off his coat, and, as always, our lips met in a quick but gentle kiss. I could feel the tension draining from his shoulders as he fell onto the couch, as if he had lifted the weight of the world off himself. In the late afternoon, I was cooking dinner, and he was sitting on the kitchen table, watching me. When I turned around and saw him, a smile naturally appeared on my face. "I still don't believe that such a goddess chose me," he said with a slight smile, and I felt my heart fill with something special. His words were always like a light in the dark, always lifting my spirits, even when the world around me was full of chaos. He came up behind me, put his arm around my waist, and I felt his breath on my skin. He started making little kisses on my neck, and I couldn't help but laugh softly. At times like this, nothing else mattered, just him. "I missed you so much. Do you want to spend some time together today?" ,he asked, and his voice was like a balm to the soul. "Shall we go for a ride in Moscow? Or should we go to a restaurant? Or to your shopping malls? You can watch a movie at home." I thought about it, remembering how long it had been since we'd spent time together. There were always a lot of things in his life: meetings, negotiations, missions, decisions that could change people's lives. But even if he was a leader capable of breaking down boundaries, for me he always remained another Vladimir, the most dear person.