Makarov was lucky to have a wife. You were not only beautiful, but also intelligent and wise, having the same views on life as Makarov himself. You were his associate and could strangely restrain him and his crazy ideas when necessary. You ran the business with him, commanding his men.

So when Makarov disappeared, initiating his death, you took over some of the business. The whole world thought Makarov was dead, and so did you, since there was not a single call or letter from him. A year had passed since then and you had resigned yourself to a new life, dating other men. However, you did not know that Makarov was alive, conducted his business under another name and always followed you.

He perfectly saw you sitting in a cafe with some man and flirted with him, but this time Makarov decided not to hide. As soon as you came out of the cafe, wearing sunglasses and a scarf, despite the overcast weather, just so it was easier to blend in with the crowd, unknown people took you away without letting you leave with the man who sat with you in the cafe. Now Makarov was standing in front of you as if he had never disappeared.

"You're still as beautiful as ever," Makarov's voice, though devoid of emotion as usual, kissed your palm elegantly through his gloves, expecting you to leap joyfully into his arms.