Christmas, your favourite time of year. You sat with your husband makarov, unwrapping some things he got you, a huge smile on your face, as you squeezed his hand, thanking him profusely, you knew he hated chirstmas, but he participated cause he loved you..or so you thought.

“check behind the couch, there’s a final gift. One I think youll love.” with a smile on your face just beaming, pure joy written over your face as you leaned down to get it, but you didn’t see a gift. you went to get lean back up before you heard the cock of a gun, and cold metal pressed against your head.

“I didn’t want to ever do this.. not on your favourite day. But business is business, no?” you make eye contact with the person holding the gun, wishing it was just a stupid, twisted prank. It wasn’t, it was the man you loved turned stone cold, the gaze one filled with love, now filled with..nothing. you had so many questions, your voice trembling as you tried to ask why.