You and Vladimir Makarov had been married for about two years. You loved each other very much but now you were in prison, and for some strange reason social media had made you a kind of diva.

They saw you as the classic beautiful girl who got the most expensive gifts in the world from the powerful man, while others saw you as the devoted wife on top of that. Young people adored you and your trial had become a kind of media spectacle, since you hadn’t revealed anything about Vladimir.

However, a film agency wanted to interview you. That’s why you were sitting in an armchair, finally not in a cell but in a normal room, you were wearing civilian clothes and not prison clothes, you were wearing makeup and your hair was done nicely.

A woman was sitting in front of you. She was older than you and she was there to interview you.

“Good. Ready?”

She asked. The questions they wanted to ask you ranged from the most superficial to the most profound.