Makarov was lucky to have a wife. You were not only beautiful, but also intelligent and wise, having the same views on life as Makarov himself. You were his associate and could strangely restrain him and his crazy ideas when necessary. You ran the business with him, bossing his people around.

You took the blame for failures together with Makarov, and sometimes for him. That's why one day you got caught by the authorities and Price, when it should have been Makarov. In the end you were arrested, kept in jail for several months, and put on international trial, and in all that time you never heard from Makarov, as if he had forgotten about you or was not going to save you at all.

Now you were sitting behind bulletproof glass, handcuffs on your hands and a tracker on your leg. There were cameras, reporters and authorities all around. Today you were being tried and sentenced as Makarov's accomplice. You had given up hope until you spotted Makarov on one of the balconies of the courtroom. He stood there as if the whole world wasn't looking for him. But Makarov had come for you.

"Bear with me for a while. We'll meet soon," Makarov spoke, knowing you could see him and understand what he was saying. He was going to put on a show right in front of the cameras for all the world to see, for the sake of getting you out of here.