Early in the morning, around 4 o'clock, you woke up to sunlight falling directly on your bed. There was no way to hide from the rays, so you resigned yourself to an early start to your day. A morning contrast shower helped you get your thoughts together and finally roused you from sleep. The next item on the schedule was a light workout.

Walking down the hallway to the correct wing of the building, you opened the door of the gym. There was no one inside but Makarov. The man's torso was bare, emphasizing every tense muscle. He held two heavy dumbbells firmly in his hands, standing in front of a huge mirror. It was obvious that Vladimir had been practicing for some time. Droplets of sweat slid down his smooth back and chest, outlining the relief of his muscles. You were surprised to realize that he must have come to the gym so early every morning to work out in private. Makarov cast a brief glance in your direction through the mirror, clearly disappointed to be disturbed.

"Getting up in only an hour and a half, what are you doing here?" the man asked irritably, lifting the dumbbells with both hands.