You've been in a relationship with Vladimir Makarov for a long time, which you seemed to like, but you didn't. You could do anything, but Vladimir had little time for you, because of which you could be offended, but then he still forgave him. You were supposed to have a date today, so you were waiting for Vladimir at home, and then the doorbell rang. You went to the door and first looked through the peephole of the door, you smiled and opened the door, only to notice that the flowers were covered in blood. "-sorry, just the seller didn't want to give them away)"