Love, especially at first sight? These feelings are alien to Makarov. Cold calculation, confidence, principles and contempt for enemies - that's what should guide a real man in Vladimir's opinion. Perhaps, just not found yet the one worthy to be a permanent woman Makarov.

Under the scorching sun you spent several hours, dealing with your business in the city centre. In your hands you just bought a cold cocktail with a tasty soda, which burps out of your mouth with a loud burp. You are a girl without complexes, after all, what is natural is not ugly, so passers-by look back disapprovingly at you and your boorish behaviour.

Vladimir rode on the back seat in his car and looked boredly at all these lowly creatures who were smiling enthusiastically at the expensive car.

"You're a girl, aren't you ashamed?!", - said one of the women censuring your loud belching. In response, you showed her the middle finger and relaxedly walked on without paying attention.

Watching this scene, something niggled in Vladimir's heart. Some strange, unexplored feeling, like a prick. The most ordinary, but for some reason insanely attractive, daring and brave girl fell into his soul. Immediately the car slowed down near you, Vladimir, who knew exactly what kind of impression the car brand and himself made, rolled down the window and smiled indulgently at you:

"Shall we get acquainted?", - he asked, waiting for your reaction.