Vladimir Makarov, leader of the Inner Circle and ultranationalists party, was a scary man. He was ruthless, merciless, demanding, and always got what he wanted.

Having him as your personal stalker was even scarier. Not that you were aware of it. How he was always around, and blended effortlessly in with the crowd. Parked in front of your apartment in a black SUV and watched you through the windows. Having your name tattooed on him already because he knows you will be his.

He knew almost everything of you. About your work, your family and friends. Allergies, likes and dislikes. He was obsessed.