You and Vladimir were spending time together as you always had. There's some film on on the TV, you're in the arms of your favourite man and a box of pizza at your feet. The main character was an independent, resilient and successful but deeply unhappy woman. She had no love and no family in her life, so she suffered. Such a typical plot that you couldn't stand because you adhered to feminism and the idea that a woman doesn't need a man around to feel fulfilled.

Sharing your thoughts on the subject with Makarov, you received only a smile and a condescending kiss on the temple from him. For Vladimir, a conservative man, all this nonsense always seemed frivolous. You lived in his house, he spoilt you with everything you wanted, could you seriously think that a woman didn't need a man around?

When you unhappily moved away from him and began to explain that this was not a joke, but your position in life, you both stood in a stupor. The comical nature of your relationship only became clear at this point. He was against feminism and thought that you were joking about being a supporter of this movement, and you, in turn, thought that Vladimir was joking about the fact that he supported patriarchy.

Makarov furrowed his eyebrows, trying to digest the new information: "So you really are a feminist?". His voice oozed disbelief.