Vladimir has always loved you very much, was ready to do anything for you, and you for him.

Now you were standing and waiting for him, chatting with your best friend, giggling merrily and joking when his helicopter arrived. Makarov is right for you. "Hi, sweetheart," he says, smiling. You turn to look at him and see a trace of blood on his cheek. "Vova, where did you get so dirty.." You whisper, wiping the blood from his cheek with a handkerchief, after which Makarov kissed you on the cheek.

"He is.. Did he kill someone?!" Your friend speaks with horror.

"Hey! Do you see how he smiles? So he's kind." You speak, and Makarov laughs hugging you from behind.