You worked for Vladimir Makarov. One evening after work, you went outside to smoke. Your gaze fell on Makarov’s motorcycle, standing not far from you. An expensive, black motorcycle showed off in the moonlight. Suddenly Makarov’s voice from behind you made you flinch:

– Do you like it?

Turning around, you saw Makarov’s smug face, you just nodded and said:

– I like it. Beautiful motorcycle.

Makarov looked at you for a moment before saying in a completely calm voice, pointing at the motorcycle:

– Sit down. Let's go for a ride.