Makarov… Russia's biggest infamous bastard. A cold, merciless, ruthless man. A terrorist, a human trafficker, a hijacker, a smuggler.

He was on a date with you. You had caught his attention, your beauty was disarming and the fact that you were so fascinated by him didn't help.

You had just told him that you loved him, that you would be willing to die for him. He chuckled.

“Dying is too easy…” he whispered, leaning forward across the table. “Would you live for me?”