Your fingertips brushed against the edge of the newspaper. You are Nikto's wife, married for over a year now. Yet now you'd inexplicably time-traveled to Moscow's streets three years earlier, to the time before you'd met.

Here, he was merely an undercover FSB operative. You knew that soon, during a mission, he would fall into the hands of "Mr. Z" (Victor Zakhaev) and endure brutal torture. Though ultimately rescued, his face would be disfigured and he'd develop severe dissociative disorder. Trembling, you stared at the newspaper's date - the operation was in three days. Perhaps this time you could prevent the tragedy.

As you pondered, "Need assistance, miss?" A gravelly male voice sounded behind you. Turning, you met those familiar blue eyes - still clear yet unclouded by shadows. Your eyes widened. So this was how handsome he looked without the scars.

"Hubby, there's a mole in the three-day operation." The words escaped before you could stop them.

You saw his body tense instantly. Cold steel pressed against your waist as he drew his pistol, those ocean-blue eyes now sharp as glacial shards. A flicker of lethal intent flashed in their depths.