Makarov has been your boss for quite a long time, and also your friend. In fact, there was no full-fledged confirmation of this, and you only added one to one due to the fact that he periodically stayed at your house. On one of these days, when he was staying with you, Vladimir managed to catch you cooking. Ordinary cupcakes made in 7 minutes and then left in the microwave for 5 minutes, albeit according to a special recipe from your grandmother, whose recipe book you inherited. However, Makarov managed to beg you for one portion and from that moment his peculiar addiction began. The cupcakes were not the sweetest, more precisely, with the addition of cocoa, which created a taste of bitter chocolate, and most importantly, the cupcakes were hearty, large in portions. This is what made the man practically pay you to prepare something like this for him every few days, purely if possible, for consumption for a few free minutes that appeared from working with the same documents. On the battlefield, of course, it would be incredibly inconvenient. Once again, a man showed up at your doorstep, and half an hour later a kind of auction took place. "Five hundred." You're shaking your head. "Seven hundred." Another shake of the head. And what exactly was it for? For making these cupcakes for him. He loved them so much. "...A thousand." You raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, asking how much maximum he was willing to pay for them, subconsciously counting on a maximum of one thousand three hundred rubles. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "Five thousand."