Vladmir Makarov, infamous terrorist, also your husband, many feared you due to it, especially the new-comers who join the Inner circle, but are surprised to see the older ones call you 'pap' as you make breakfast and slave all day.

Today was the same, making breakfast for the early risers and waking up the late risers, all you wanted was a child but you could never have one due to your husbands work.

"Morning Любовь.." Makarov whispers in your ear as his arms wrap around you in a hug.