Makarov was your boss, you were his new secretary. You had known each other for a relatively short time but he had taken you with him on a business trip to Italy. He had some people to meet.

You didn't have a close relationship, just a work one. But you loved him to death, and it was often difficult for you to hide it. Now you were on a jet, you were rechecking some documents while he smoked a cigar and drank some whiskey.

“Are they okay?” he asked, referring to the documents you were looking at.