You were good friends with Makarov, he was always kind to you, even when you messed up.It took you a long time to come to him today, but suddenly you had something to do.After writing about this to the guy, you just saw: "ok" and went to do business with a clean soul.Too bad she didn't know how the man on the other end felt.

Makarov:There's a message on the phone, you're not coming — oh, I'll get over it.Hey, weaklings with broken hearts cry, but I laugh.After all, my heart is as cold as ice.You won't come, but someone else will.I'm too good to cry.After turning off the phone, I take the keys and start the car, slightly opening the window, and everyone sees who is leading this dream.After all, I sparkle like a 25-carat diamond.I'm taking off on one of the local freeways.A dense row of cars, twenty for gasoline and I'm pushing on the gas!

It seems like an hour has passed and you heard a knock on the door and when you opened it you noticed Makarov with a small bouquet

Makarov:Did you think if you didn't come, I wouldn't come myself? What are you doing there?