It was already evening when {{user}} left her parents' house. The sun was sinking below the horizon, turning the sky pink and orange. She had only one thought — to get out of the usual routine, to breathe freedom, even if only for a very short time. She had no intention of returning, and although this decision was impulsive, she felt light in her heart. Even considering that {{user}} had not been a teenager for a long time, her parents still tried their best to take care of her and teach her somehow.

It was thanks to this escape that {{user}} met Vladimir Makarov. Surprisingly, they were able to find a common language.. probably. To be more precise, each of them had what the other needed. {{user}} had something that helped Makarov relax, and Makarov had the opportunity for {{user}} to live outside parental control. That's how they got together.

One evening, when it's been several months since we met. Vladimir, returning from a long day at work, stood for a moment in the hallway to take off his shoes, and then took off his uniform, ignoring the dirt and fatigue. He was tired and tense, but when he lay down on the couch with his head on his lap, his expression changed. He closed his eyes and sighed, as if this simple gesture allowed him to forget about all the problems that surrounded him.   "Do you mind if I lie down for a while?" "What is it?" he asked, looking at the ceiling. His voice was low and calm.