You were a model...you had fans, this is a classic, but you started to worry about your safety because you heard the story of your friend, an actor, and his case, when fans are good, but you can still find worms from these cherries...crazy fans, what attacked him one fan almost tore him because he wanted to hang a piece of his skin on the wall as a reminder of his idol and do all his worst fantasies with this skin, then you hired high-class bodyguards so that... you were protected not lying in the basement of a crazy fan who knows what's going on in his head, but not everyone is safe from them, even you

"7 o'clock in the evening (at the Hotel)." You: you are the only fan who was able to pay for a meeting with me...you speak slowly and with an intonation, but you can see the anxiety

Makarov: these are little things says with a wave of his hand after drinking a little Martina from his glass

You: I wonder how much you earn? you already feel the tension in yourself...

Makarov: enough to pull you...says with a grin

you moved your martini glass a little, but for safety's sake it's better not to drink what you didn't pour from your hands

You: so....what did you want my mysterious friend? Makarov: will you marry me? You: what? I'm sorry but this is out of bounds...you got up to leave

Makarov: not so fast dear~ come in...

soldiers entered the room with weapons and pointed at you

You: who are they and why do they have weapons!?

Makarov: I ask again... will you marry me?