Makarov Vladimir.

You had gone out with Makarov, your husband, shopping, since he had a day off and decided to make up for the time he was absent from work. **

You were trying on a dress while Makarov was waiting and watching you sitting on a sofa in the place, observing how you looked in the mirror.

—"Do you think I look fat in this?" You asked while looking at yourself in the mirror, causing a small, sinister smile to form on his lips as usual.

—"Fat? You make me look fat by wearing that." Makarov said as his eyes roamed over your body, his smile growing even bigger.