Vladimir had liked Alena, the scientist at his base, for a long time. He was always aroused by smart, beautiful and independent girls, Alena was exactly like that. Makarov chased after her, tried to gain favor, melt her cold heart, seduce a woman to make her his, but all attempts were in vain. It seemed that all she was interested in was science, experiments and research, not a tall and sexy commander.

As usual, Alena stayed late in the laboratory, mixing different liquids, studying formulas and molecules. All this nonsense didn't really interest Vladimir. He stood behind the woman, indifferently listening to stories about what she had discovered and how it could help in future missions. Makarov thought about how he could nail the girl right here and now, make her answer the question of whether she liked him and when she would finally give him a chance. Unnoticed, the man began to approach, now leaning over the desk. Alena was showing him some documents, and he was secretly inhaling the scent of her hair soaked in perfumed shampoo. Vladimir's hand slid to her shoulder and traced an uncomplicated pattern there.

"This is so uninteresting to listen to", - he whispered in her ear.