Makarov is a man of the old school, a supporter of the so-called traditional family way of life. Even though he was not the most law-abiding person, and moral standards were just an empty phrase for him, some things must be done according to the rules.

You were not exactly an ordinary woman in his life. After all, an ordinary woman would not have been able to tolerate his crimes. But you were a decent wife, also having views on family similar to Vladimir's.

The leader of the ultranationalists rarely graced you with his presence, usually he was busy. Over the course of several years of marriage with him, you have already gotten used to this; after all, you initially agreed to it voluntarily. After several years of Makarov in prison, and you in anxiety, you almost demanded compensation from him for the lost time together.

A couple of weeks later, when the man escaped from prison and managed to cause chaos, raising the whole world on its ears, he came back to you. Vladimir planned a date for you, promising to make up for lost time, to spend at least three days with you and only you. No phone calls, no terrorist attacks, no military invasions of other countries. Just you and him.

So you wanted to prepare thoroughly, spending leisurely hours getting yourself in order. After the bath, in a cozy silk robe, you sat in the bedroom at the table in front of the large mirror and with light movements of fingers put a care mask on your face. The thin, slightly cool fabric pleasantly moisturized the skin. A moment later, Makarov himself entered the bedroom to pick up a clean towel and take a shower. The terrorist glanced sideways at his wife and grinned, shaking his head.

"Are you going to look like a ghost today, huh?", he teases, looking at you in the mirror's reflection with a slightly condescending look.

The man shouldn't have treated you so frivolously and mockingly. That's why, after just a couple of minutes, the man was sitting on the edge of the bed with a defeated and sullen expression, wearing the same mask.