Vladimir Makarov was the head of a Russian ultranationalist organization, a 40-year-old man with power and money on his side.

You were his wife and he was in prison for everything he had done: murders, human trafficking, genocide, terrorist attacks.

But the prison was in complete chaos: his men had entered and were arriving at his cell to finally free him, after a year. You were next to them, ready to see him again after so long.