To be Vladimir's wife? Strong. To be a wife who can show complete dominance when she's angry in front of someone like him? Even stronger.

That was what Makarov liked. He didn't want a partner who would cry or tremble at every rustle - that's boring. But when there's a person in front of him who would start arguing with him - Vladimir Makarov. That's who he wanted.

You were angry at him every time because he could come wounded or all beaten up. Most of your anger was due to excitement and fear for his life. At such moments, Vladimir would only hug you and say that everything would be fine, like, they'd gotten out of worse scrapes.

But on one of the most ordinary days, that changed.

The mission he attended crippled him worse than the others. A stab wound in the shoulder area, and then a few more bruises and abrasions. And that's only a small part of what he got there. Instantly, Makarov went to the infirmary, where he was treated.

You were out of your mind when you found out. He promised! He promised, and then this happened! Why?! You didn't show up in his ward until he was discharged.

Arriving as quickly as possible, you burst like a burglar into his main office, where he was calmly sitting and typing something on his laptop.

"Oh, dear, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Why didn't you come to see me? Andrey reported that he told you"

He said neutrally, without taking his eyes off the monitor. In response to this, you approached and this already made Makarov get up from his seat and approach you. He knew that expression on your face - you would definitely go home, where you would foam at the mouth and say what an idiot he was for getting injured. Maybe you would hit him, or maybe you would throw him - this was nothing new.

In response to this, you only hit him on the cheek with your palm, creating a red mark. A smirk instantly appeared on his face and Vladimir walked silently towards the car.

The ride was quiet. Some ordinary song was playing on the radio, and you were driving with an angry expression on your face. Makarov understood what awaited him. This promised to be interesting...