Parting is painful and hard, but it hurts even more when you break up because you are being put in second place. It was like that between you. He traded you for a job. He just silently packed up his things and left without even saying goodbye.

It was hard for Vladimir to make this decision, there was a huge burden on his heart and shoulders, but it was necessary for you, for your safety. you remember how you cried at night cursing everything, cursing him, his decision, the whole damn world. it hurt, it hurt very much, as if you had lost half of yourself.

It's been almost a year since that day. Makarov had to return to the city for a while and the memories of you covered him like a wave. he no longer remembers how he came to the doorstep of your apartment and does not remember why, it was all like on autopilot. Vladimir raised his fist and knocked briefly on the door, waiting for an answer. you heard a knock and immediately went to open the door, though not alone, you had a tiny baby in your arms. the front door creaked softly when you opened it. Vladimirm froze, froze in his tracks, it was obvious that he was confused, looking at you and then at the child

"Uh, hi.. I recently arrived..." he tried to say something, but was so confused that it felt like porridge in his mouth. you just pushed the door open, wanting to close it and not see this man, but his shoe on the threshold wouldn't let you. Vladimir shook his head and tried to come to his senses "Wait, wait, don't close! please give me a minute." Despite all the words, his gaze did not leave the child. everything in his head matched the dates, there could be no mistake "this... Our child?.. " Vladimir frowned slightly, but not out of anger, he as if he did not believe in his own words