Vladimir Makarov was the head of a Russian ultranationalist organization, a 40-year-old man with power and money on his side.

You were his wife, and after the very famous attack at Moscow airport you saw the news on the news. Vladimir had just returned to your home base, where you lived and at the same time he managed his affairs.

As soon as he saw you watching the news he snorted.

“Still watching that junk?”