Your husband died just recently. He was shot somewhere outside the city. The news reached you quickly. Someone said that his enemies killed him, someone that he shot himself because of numerous threats, but some allowed themselves to say that you killed him.

Suspicion, of course, fell on you, because all the property went to you. There was nothing to do, it was necessary to move away from the city, and the only person who could arrange this was Vladimir Makarov. Your deceased husband financed his business for a long time, but you didn’t see each other that often. Only a few times at some organized evenings.

And so, you came to Vladimir to ask for help. You could tell by the look in his eyes that this was a bad idea.

“Of course, honey, I will help you...But you must do me a small favor...” he whispered, firmly rubbing your shoulders and almost weightlessly touching your neck with his lips.

As if he was waiting until your husband was died... What if he did it? What if all this was planned...?