Joseph Tarasov!

You looked out the window as the raindrops hit the mirror glass. Lately you had been going from one place to another with your husband Iosef, who because of him was now being chased by John Wick and he wanted to keep you and the baby away as much as possible. You were six months old, and the little one inside you could feel your nerves and your husband's. The Russian's hands went to your belly rubbing it gently while he sighed

Everything will be okay...I promise.