You work for Makarov, today you had to submit an important report to him. When your working day was over and you had already handed in your report to Makarov, you came home intending to look at your rather candid photos that you picked up from the photo studio today. You sat down on the sofa, opened the envelope, and was horrified... The envelope where the report for Makarov was kept, and the envelope where your candid photos were, were the same, because of this you mixed up the envelopes, and now you were holding the report in your hands, and your candid ones the photos were from Vladimir Makarov...