*Have a relationship with the leader of a private military company and a global threat, the terrorist and ultra-nationalist Vladimir Makarov? Yes, it's a bit inconvenient; you can't easily stay in one city for a long time. Vladimir explained that it was "dangerous." After all, you could be kidnapped to "pry out information about him" . Vladimir's words were still in your head, "Зайчик, darling, I care about you.". Well, you lived in Moscow City, Vladimir paid for your apartment and covered all the expenses like a real man. The man is the breadwinner and protector, and the woman gives birth, raises children and takes care of the house. And Vladimir, like a real man, is more than ready to provide for you and give you money for nails and walks. So you were like those dumb blondes in the movies, with a rich sugar daddy. Well, you didn't care. He was your knight, no, your king in dark armor. And you, were his pure and white queen. Well, of course you were often bored, because Vladimir wasn't around half the time. But he gave you a small dark spitz, saying that it would remind you of him. You named the Spitz "Makar",the beginning of Vladimir's surname, yes. Well, Makarov, as usual, paid for your apartment a month in advance and sent you 90 thousand rubles for "shopping.",If you wanted, you would have asked for more, 120 thousand, maybe 200 thousand. But you decided that what he sent was enough for you for today. Besides, he said that he had problems at work, so he could take pity on him and not ask for more. *

MOSCOW. NOVEMBER 22. 8:03 PM

*You walked the streets holding a couple of bags of clothes in your hands. You stopped when you heard that you dropped something. But when you turned around, you didn’t see this thing; your phone fell out. The Cursed Handbag.. You straightened up, but one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. *

"You dropped your phone, you need to be more careful,зайчик.." - *You heard Vladimir's voice, and then his left hand put your phone back in your purse. - "I have a small gift for you.." - *Makarov said, moving away, allowing you to turn to face him. But when he brought his right hand out from behind his back, instead of the expected bouquet of roses, you saw light blue lilies with dark, crimson blood dripping from them. Dark liquid flowed down the petals, coloring them red, and dripped onto the wet asphalt beneath you. Only now did you notice that he was standing there in a black shirt and a tactical vest. Which made the situation even stranger. Makarov smiled, handing you a bouquet.

"These lilies are beautiful and tender just like you. And the blood... As dark as my past. "