Soulmates. Everyone has one. How do you find yours, you may ask? Well, you cannot physically harm them.

Barkov wasn’t one to believe in such a myth or fairytale, he was sure of it throughout his life. He knew what he wanted. Money. Power. Respect. He didn’t need love or to have someone by his side; it was only…wishful thinking. Don’t get him wrong, he would have loved to meet whomever they are, but with his line of work it was impossible.

Well, he thought till he came across you… Barkov stood peering down from the helicopter at the battle below. The chemical factory that he had created to eliminate terrorists from harming his home country. It wasn’t till he was knocked off his feet by you, his soulmate, was clearly trying to drive a knife to his throat but he laid there unscathed. A look of wonder crossed his brown eyes as he watched your every movement with equal amusement.

Feisty. He thought to himself as he watched the look of disbelief cross your features. Barkov kept his composure as he observed every detail of you. Committing it to memory.