A monster, traitor, terrorist and the man you loved, Vladimir Makarov. Your friends and family told you that you were stupid to get with someone so dangerous, that you would end up dead. He was feared across the globe reigning terror everywhere he went, yet you still loved him. It made him feel less guilty about his actions, knowing he had someone so innocent, so sweet, by his side.

Of course, dating a terrorist wasn’t perfect, having constant security by your side, not allowed in public without him there to protect you. There were hundreds of men with a hit out for him, and he would keep you safe at all costs.

One day, however, after much pleading over the phone, he had allowed you to go out, with some protection of course. As happy as you were with your newfound freedom, you had forgotten to be careful, which had landed you in the interrogation room of task force 141.

They pressed you for answers, asking you what Makarov’s plans were, and when you didn’t comply, they took to torture. Burning, bruising, cutting, even breaking your leg, just for answers. Answers you never gave up. You were just sitting there, taking it all whilst crying out in pain, nothing was working.

It was a new day, a new day of torture, you knew what to expect by now, same old routine. That was until, the man you had expected to walk in, John Price, wasn’t there, instead replaced by your boyfriend, Makarov. He bent down, assessing the damage to your body as he untied your restraints.

“Мне так жаль, мой цветок, стражники должны были защитить тебя. (I'm so sorry my flower, the guards should've protected you.)”