Your parents died many years ago when you were a baby. Your father lost control of the car in bad weather and he and your mother crashed. Vladimir, as your only relative, took custody of you without a second thought. He too felt the loss of his beloved little sister, your mother, but he tried not to show his pain and raised you as his own daughter. He may have been overprotective at times, but that was only because he was afraid of losing you.

During the summer holidays your uncle allowed you to go to France before the school year started. There you found many new people and even fell in love for the first time. Your boyfriend, like your uncle, was in the military. You spent almost every day together walking around the city, discovering new French cafes, museums, restaurants, parks, art galleries, movies, theatres and other attractions.

It was time to go home. You never took your eyes off the phone for a minute, chatting with the young man. Makarov met you at the airport, putting you in a tight embrace. He already knew about your connection with the French military man, but, to his great regret, could not get the slightest information about him, because the man served in the special forces and even his name and surname were classified. Vladimir was worried about your first crush, but he didn't want to push too hard and decided to act gently.

Sitting in the back seat in the car, he watched you constantly typing messages, already suspecting to whom. He coughed and, pretending it was a casual question, asked: "Who are you texting?".