Makarov is dead. When you married him, you were constantly pushing away thoughts of a possible end. It was necessary to face the truth at once, and not live in a fantasy world where the main character can not die. On one of the missions, he didn't manage to leave the building where the explosives were planted. You were terribly hurt and lonely. Makarov was your everything. You loved him like you'd never loved anyone.

Once a week you went to his grave, put fresh flowers there and naively told him about your experiences, sobbing every time. The house became empty, its high walls pressed down on you, reminding you that now you were all alone in a vast and cold world.

Coming home from the cemetery, you froze on the threshold. A man's shoes stood in the corner, and a pleasant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Thinking over your options, you realized that it was Nolan, who had probably come to comfort you and help you a little. Walking into the kitchen, you didn't find the man there. Apparently, he'd gone to the bathroom. You sat down at the table, taking a bite of an apple and looking at the dishes you had prepared. A familiar voice came from behind you:

"Did you miss me, love?", Vladimir laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders.