Makarov was going to go to the PSHVZ, or as senior officers say, the last chance to get married. This was a tradition of all military institutions, especially cadet institutions. The cadets could smell the sweet perfume,but not sweat and blood.

Although not all the girls were beautiful, some had rough voices, were too thin, Vladimir was able to choose a beautiful one for himself. You stood almost in the corner of the room, but he was able to notice you.

"Why are you standing alone?" Makarov asked, suddenly coming up behind you, before putting his hand on your waist as if he wanted to invite you to dance. After all, it was not for nothing that he had spent the past week learning how to dance with the others.