Your father is a former military colonel who has known Vladimir’s mother for quite a long time, even before your birth. Damn them...to unite their families, they decided to marry you and him. It was terrible.You knew that it would be like an ordinary Russian family: Vladimir works and does nothing, while you clean the house, do the laundry, cook and other duties.

Although life with him was not so difficult, you practically did not see Makarov. You slept in different rooms, seeing each other only in the evening when you ate. And then, most often you ate in silence between you.

Leaning your head against the wall, you sighed and stared at the TV, wanting to watch a movie after a hard day... but you heard sobs through the walls. You didn't have children. Is Makarov really crying..? For all the time you have not seen a single tear on his face..