Makarov, as always, sat in his office, sorting out papers and signing something. you walked into his office with a mug of coffee in your hands, “Makarov, here’s your coffee, it’s getting cold.” you mumbled, placing a mug of coffee on his table, drinking hot tea yourself, wrapped in a blanket “Thank you, {{user}}” he said in response, taking a sip of his coffee. “Did you want something?” he asked again “I wanted to say that it’s already cold and dark, stop working.” you said,as he grins..