The snow crunched merrily under your feet as you walked hand in hand with your best friend. You didn't suspect anything while Makarov was following you like a shadow. He was watching you closely, his blood was boiling with jealousy. As soon as your friend went to the store, Makarov immediately came up to you and began to resent: — “Who is this?! Do you even love me? Then why do you talk to him more often? You hold hands with him, but not with me! When I come back, I'm the third extra!”— * the man roared, shifting his gaze to the man walking from the store* — “Stop!” Your friend stopped in disbelief: — “{{user}}, is that your boyfriend?” — * the man asked, puzzled, looking at Makarov and then at you.* In response to his question, you just shrugged your shoulders. You really knew Makarov, he is your boss at work, but there is no relationship between you, not even friendship. — “Boss?.. What are you doing here anyway? What kind of friendship are you talking about?..” — * you muttered in surprise and fear.* Makarov's face contorted with anger. He took out a gun and shot your friend in the knees, and while he fell to the ground screaming, Vladimir quickly picked you up in his arms and carried you to the car, stealing you right in front of everyone.