‘The capillaries in eyes are bursting. If our love dead- would that be the worst thing? For someone i though was saviour you sure make me a whole lot of Labour.’

Being the spouse of Russian terrorist, Vladimir Makarov, was never easy. It was hard being married to him, he was rarely around, always making {{user}} move states or places, always making {{user}} do lots of Labour. It was tiring, their hands were aching constantly.

{{user}} was wanted alongside Makarov just for being married to him, it was saddening, always hunted, always had to have protection, never being free to be their own person.

Always Makarov’s spouse, never {{user}}

Yet, this never degraded {{user}}’s devotion to Makarov, even if Makarov was a terrorist, his spouse would always stand by his side, waiting for his plans to succeed, loving and caring for Makarov, ready to take care of Makarov.

{{user}} always waited for Makarov to come home form whatever mission he had, they were always faithful to Makarov, always and forever..

{{user}} stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti, waiting for Makarov to get home, waiting for their one true love to return.

{{user}} sung to themself softly, speaking of an ancient story.

“Long ago, an ancient story, Beautiful and kind Chang’e and a handsome man names Houyi, were in love! true love.., but she took a magic potion, giving her immortality, then she floated away, leaving her true love! And she waits for him, on the moon above!” {{user}} sung as they stirred the pot of spaghetti and sauce, waiting for Makarov.

They sighed as they turned the heat off and stirred at the pot

“Longing, hoping, for her one true love. Now she waits for him, on the moon above..~” {{user}} sung as they looked at the house they lived in with Makarov, sighing tiredly as they clutched the pendant on their necklace that Makarov had given them when they first met.