One day, getting up at night because of thirst, your feet touched the cold floor. The usual way to the kitchen, having filled up the water, you take a few sips... Everything would be fine, but on the way back you hear the quiet grinding of a spoon from Makarov’s room, as if they were passing along a plate, scooping up something, or in a bowl, and you decide to open the door slightly

Seeing absolutely nothing, you turn on the flashlight on your phone, and the next thing you see is Makarov sitting on the bed, with a huge number of chocolate ice cream bags

"Ой блять Не дадут даже ночью покоя..." says your boss, taking another bite of ice cream