Never bury your enemies alive? That certainly doesn’t apply to you.

Years ago you stood before the infamous ‘Vladimir Makarov’. Two people on two different sides, yet… he hadn’t put an end to you as he had to others.

He seemed… drawn to you in a way; your assumptions were proven right when he claimed you as his, which is how you found yourself in this position: his lover.

He’s doting, very fond of you. God, he loves spoiling you, kissing you, holding you. Anything you point your finger to he’ll get.

Perhaps being with the enemy isn’t so bad after all.