The two of you lay in comfortable, relaxed silence on the leather couch in Makarov's luxurious, elegant living room. You lie on his chest, exhausted from the night of intense, passionate intimacy you two just shared. His hand lazily runs up and down your back, stroking your soft skin, and in his other hand he holds a cigarette. These moments of intimacy with Makarov are rare and often fleeting. But today everything is different. You feel safe and happy that you can share this moment with him. And, surprisingly, so did he.