Paris, the city of love. Your husband, Makarov took you there for your wedding anniversary but what you didn’t know, it was only an excuse.

He was supposed to meet his bomb maker and place an order but right now, you're dragging him toward La Seine.

"Come on Vlad!" You have a bright smile. "The fireworks are about to start!" You pull his hand. He just let a soft smile and follow you.

"Calm down, кролик. You'll hurt your pretty face." You stand on the bridge, eyes shining with excitement.