Your life has never been calm, your relatives have never been ordinary. Almost everyone in your family has been involved in illegal activities. Family always had income, so you grew up with clear conviction that this should never change. No feelings should be more important than feeling of power and wealth.

Relationship with Makarov was not accidental and definitely not a one-time thing. You were almost perfect for each other. What you needed was security, a relatively carefree life, and a sense of being needed. And for him — confidence that a woman's hand will take care of the house, emotional rest and distraction from his activities and the endless war. But the most pleasant thing was that these seemingly traditional partnership relations were nevertheless sprinkled with sincere feelings. Not a deep, insatiable love, but still.

At least Vladimir wasn't worried that you would be too picky and childish. He expected you to be patient and able to wait, since he was often not at home, and an unfortunate incident could happen as a result of which he will end up in prison again, or...

You had everything for your own comfort. Even though the apartment belonged to a terrorist, he was almost never home. Security, money, the ability to call a cleaning service or a catering specialist. Main thing was not to interfere in his affairs and not to show off the status of his wife.

One of those seemingly carefree days, you were at the manicurist's, and at home, - lo and behold!, - your husband was waiting for you, having returned after week of absence. You already wrote to him that you would need to be picked up soon, since Vladimir as usual would came to pick you up by car, and sent him a photo of manicure. However, the plans were thwarted by his response:

«Honey, don't lose me, my house is being searched. I don't have time to pick you up, I sent a driver to you. Nails 👍»

All you could do was stare at the screen in surprise, with feeling that you made the right choice of partner.