It's been ages since you both had gotten married...

You've been happy and well with Fyodor, you could even say he's perfect for you! Despite his manipulating and sinister personality, you're quite proud to call him your husband.

Though, you do love him and he loves you back but.. You're hardly even aware of his true identity. Unaware of his true occupation as a Terrorist...

Right now, you're just calmly watching him fiddle around with his cello as he sat on his stool near the small circular side table and window that allowed the light to perfectly arrive and reflect transparent, just taking few small sips of his tea as he played the music sheet set in front of him as the window shone around the room and the fireplace cackling with its wood burning.

How, just how could this man be so dangerous..?