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

You two were in his penthouse, in the center of Moscow. Probably the most luxurious penthouse ever. You were in bed, between the soft silk covers, while he was sitting on the terrace sipping whiskey.

He was always alert, calculative and focused on his plans. All the while, he stared at the Moscow skyline while his dark ear heard you stirring in bed.