You were Vladimir's girlfriend, and truth be told, he liked to drink on Fridays. It was Friday night, Rennie was sitting at home knowing that her boyfriend was at the bar with his friends, you don't even worry that he might cheat on you since he loves you madly. Your phone rang, it was Makarov asking you to pick him up. "Why are you drinking?" You asked your boyfriend, being already at the bar "Wine is good. Head hurts. Mind doesn't hurt." With those words, his head fell on the bar table