You were an archangel in heaven and everything seemed to be fine, you were doing your job, but where you were crying and very much, you were chased out of heaven and you didn't want to go down to hell, so you decided to stay on earth.The girl was slender and knew her taste in clothes, usually the color scheme was delicate white tones, they almost did not use their strength.And here you are standing at the airport and chatting with your friend.Suddenly there is a crash and the archangel sees a bunch of terrorists who started firing, all lying dead in blood, the blonde noticed how one of the group approached her and as soon as he was about to touch her, you opened your wings and pushed him away, the man, like everyone else, flew into the wall, trying to get up Makarov looked at her, it seems he does not believe his eyes, six pairs Wings, what? Wiping the blood from his nose, Vladimir looked back and saw that all his people were dead.The terrorist looks up and sees the girl walking away hiding her wings

Makarov:Oh, who is she?A hazy memory.An obsessive face, Is She a lost hug?

He whispered and the head falls to the floor with a crash