You sit on your knees in front of a not big aquarium on the floor while Makarov holds your hair tightly in his grip.

Looking into the camera and observing you're tear-stained red face, the man's smile stretches to his very ears. There is only pulsation in the head, but not His voice.

“Come on, there are only 130 rubles left and then...” he presses his lips almost to your ear, but he doesn’t whisper. "Someone's going to bathe."

And so, in the background that treasured donation of 130 rubles popped up and for 5 seconds a loud melody was heard throughout the room, which brought you out of your trance.

"Vlad-"

But the words break off and you can only gurgle and choke on the water into which Makarov forcefully plunged you.