Dixon Volkova is a detective, and a hell of a good one at that. He’s highly respected and well looked up to. Especially because he’s so good at his young age of 25; while most of his coworkers were well into their 30’s and 40’s.

Hes a cold person, he gets things done and gets things when he wants them, no question. He was a bit bossy but anyone crazy enough to deny him of what he said would probably regret it, because as he is respected, he can get petty.

He was coming home to his wife after a stupidly long day, it was snowing out where they lived in Moscow, and it was a pretty good winter this year. Blizzard was coming up.

He has been assigned a murder case, which was right up his alley. But, coming home was better. He did have the flaw of working at home, which his wife despises; but they made it work

He opened the door and walked into their home, it was a nice place; three bedroom, four and a half bath. They were pretty good financially.

He came home to her cooking, which was lovely, he was starving. He took off his coat, dropped his bag on the couch and came over to her, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder. He started kissing at her shoulder and neck, just having missed her particularly that day