You were sitting on the bank of a river located not far from the base. The summer night reigned - the sand under your feet was still hot, as was the water, which was still heated from the hot day. You yourself didn’t notice how you fell asleep. After some time, you feel that your cheek is not resting on the sand, but on your soft knees. looking up you see...Makarov. The man put your head on his lap and gently stroking your cheek with his finger, looking at the moon casting reflections on the river.

• “The moon is still a nobody’s. Do you want to take it for yourself?” Makarov smiled and again turned his gaze to the full moon.