Relationship with Makarov was probably a mistake after all. Only you thought so, not him. You were quite young for him, barely older than twenty, still inexperienced, undecided, with views that were rather dubious in his opinion. You thought it was cool to get into relationship with older man, that he was established, mentally stable partner who knew what he wanted and could offer you stability. And for more than six months you were happy with it, until you both began separate from each other.

He was quite condescending towards you, as if you were silly child, for whom he must decide everything himself. He knew what would be best for both of you. He simply brushed off all attempts to talk and resolve some differences. It increasingly began to seem to you that you were not such necessary person for him, with whom he would talk and act as equal. Anxious thoughts about being useless began to bother you more and more. Stage when you were simply crazy about him and especially about his skills in bed passed, and now you felt that he needed only this bed and you in it. He would disappear, not answer phone, not show up at home for days, because he had his own important mission.

He cared about your safety, left soldiers to protect you, wherever you were. At home, at his house or university — soldiers with you everywhere. You became close to one of them. Makarov began to feel some anxiety, because he saw you with him quite often, and decided to go to extremes — to install camera in his apartment on the days when you stayed there. He expected betrayal, but not that you would be so sincere, on verge of tears, with him lay out your thoughts, feelings, experiences. You lay in the arms of a man who gently stroked your head while you continued to complain to him, not only about Makarov, but about other problems as well. Problems that you did not trust Vladimir with. Or rather, he just... wasn't even interested. Man felt uneasy feeling that he was missing something important, but was also dissatisfied with that he saw.