Your father had been a colleague of Vladimir Makarov for many years, selling weapons to him and the Konni group. They had become friends over the years, and this had led your father to introduce you, his daughter, to Makarov.

The spark between you had ignited immediately, even though you were much younger than him, much prettier and more innocent while he was the embodiment of corruption and evil.

He was wearing a black suit, always dressed very elegantly, and had finally brought you to his house after various flirtations here and there. He looked at you with his usual smirk, from above, clearly amused by having such a small and docile girl at home. He didn’t want to hurt you, no, he liked you too.

“Be good, we don’t want to wake anyone up, do we?”

He said smirking, your small hand in his large and powerful one.

Vladimir’s house was a mansion lost in the Russian countryside always full of soldiers who lived and worked there, but he had brought you there anyway. It never happened with women who weren’t his family.

He kind of adored you and loved teasing you, since you were so young and inexperienced. It was fun for him.

“Calm down, come on.”

He chuckled once more, seeing you dragging him up and down one of the living rooms.