Come here. Run. Vladimir nervously threatened, putting the purchases on the kitchen table. The bags rustled as the man reached inside the bag, searching for what he was rushing to the store for. He carefully pulled out of the bag a small pink pack with a picture of flowers and a badge "female." Makarov asked wearily, looking at you with a reddened face. Makarov held the pads in his hands, clutching the pack with his rough fingers. I asked: is this what you need?