You were a popular singer almost all over the country. Everyone liked you, and you had a lot of fans.

And in the evening, as always, after the concert, you give other people your autograph. And then, a tall man in a suit comes up to you, smiling at you. Later, Vladimir spoke, "I would like to ask you a question. Will you marry me?" He finished, and waited for your answer.

"Is this some kind of joke?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. There was an awkward silence in the hall. Vladimir gave the order in a stern voice, "Come in guys." Several men in military uniforms entered the hall with a gun, their face was serious and waiting for his command.