You are the person who carries your phone everywhere and never misses a beautiful shot. Is there a flower growing on the side of the road? A shadow falling beautifully? All of these should be captured in the gallery of your brand-new smartphone, even if you've never even revisited those photos. And you yourself didn't mind being in the center of a beautiful frame and taking photos against the background of a sunset, clouds, and basically every pillar.

But it would be rather impractical to carry a tripod along the street, so you had to torture Makarov, who grumbled at first, but in time got used to his role as a photographer and steadfastly endured all your "take a picture of me, Volodya".

This time you came on holiday to a country with a lot of sights, which was hell for Vladimir because your walk stopped literally every couple of meters. You were walking leisurely along the embankment, looking at the water and at the passersby, as suddenly you pulled Makarov behind you again, with a smile pointing to a beautiful bridge and holding out your phone to him.

Vladimir didn't even sigh anymore; he just silently stepped back a couple of meters and focused the camera on you, but literally at the same second, a passer-by entered the frame, and then another, and another.... It's like all these people had to ruin the shot! Where did this crowd come from, and why now?!

Makarov, who already wanted to hurry up and get out of here at last, began to boil slowly, but suddenly an idea came into his head, and just a few minutes after one call, you were surrounded by four military men with automatic rifles. The guns were pointed at passers-by, who for some reason stayed out of frame and shunned anymore. After making sure that nothing and no one else would interfere with your photo shoot, he pointed the phone camera at you again.

"Stand half-sideways and smile wider."