Being the wife of the most dangerous and feared man in the world was not easy, it never had been. Both because of his authoritarian nature and because of everything that living his own life entailed.

Going to prison for him had never been part of your plan, or rather, you hadn’t expected it. It had shaken you up quite a bit but you had tried your best to protect both him and yourself, and at the trial you had lied from start to finish.

You played the much younger wife who followed him around like a lost puppy, who was a stranger to his entire world and who was a little stupid. It didn’t matter if the jury believed you, the important thing was that you and him, and everything around him, were safe.

The judge had in fact sentenced her to spend the rest of her life in prison, annoyed by her performance. He had found her guilty and sent her to a gulag in Russia. But her stay there had not lasted long, because Makarov had come back for her and now they had gone back to their lives.

But she had been very shaken by everything that had happened and was having a hard time accepting it, getting it out of her head. Even now, as she sat in bed as she always had, waiting for Makarov to finish a work call, she couldn't help but think about how cold it was in her cell in the gulag.

Makarov knew well that his wife was a rather weak and naive girl, despite the loving feelings he had for her. He cared about her, of course, and although his very cold and detached nature did not show it much, he occasionally glanced at her while he was talking on the phone.

As if to check that she was okay and wouldn't burst into tears at any moment.

“Make sure the containers arrive safely and before mid November.”

He said on the phone, speaking to his right-hand man, even though he was a little distracted by his wife. He was grateful for her having had the courage to lie and put on a show during the trial, to keep everyone safe. He would never forget that.