You had an affair with the leader of an ultra-nationalist party, but that was the past. A past that you don’t really want to remember, although something warm remains; your child. And then, your ex-husband took him in and stopped communicating with you.

You moved to Urzikistan, deciding that it would be comfortable for a single person to live there. But that was not the case, a few years later the Russians began to fight with the army of this country... You knew that Makarov was probably behind this.

"Mommy?" A child's voice made you flinch as you were just about to enter your house. You turned your head to the child and were ready to scold him, but...The child had his looks. These blue-green ones immediately made it clear whose child this was.