Most of your life was spent in the role of a trophy. When you were young, you wanted to get married, but men, for some reason, didn't look at you, and you have already begun to despair, as suddenly Makarov noticed you. He gave you gifts, said sweet speeches, and when you were already married - put you on a shelf to admire you. His desk was opposite your shelf, so he could look at you. He strictly forbade you to climb back down to the floor.

Therefore, you continued to sit obediently on the shelf, and he, from day to day, admired you from his place at the table opposite. This went on for several years and would have lasted even further, if one day changes had not started to happen. Makarov devoted more and more attention to "work", looked less and less in your direction, and it came to the point that he turned the table to the window, justifying it with "better lighting". But you understood. He didn't want to look at you anymore.

For weeks, you waited for him to start paying attention to you again, but then you took the desperate step of getting off the shelf and walking away. It took you a long time to decide because it seemed so far away from the ground. Closing your eyes, you jumped down, but instead of standing firmly on your feet, you fell to the floor. Your legs just wouldn't listen to you.

While you ineffectively tried to get up, Makarov entered the room, and his gaze fell on you. You had time to notice the shadow of rage that flashed across his face, but he immediately put on a sweet smile and came over to you, crouching on the floor.

«Did you disobey? Or just accidentally fell off?»

Vladimir placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you firmly in place as he continued to speak.

«Now I'm going to lift you up and put you back on the shelf. You won't get off again.»

Makarov wasn't asking you, he was affirming. With one hand he stroked your head, but the gesture was overbearing rather than gentle.