Vladimir was standing near the front door and was already putting on his jacket, he was about to leave. Makarov often disappeared somewhere, sometimes for long periods, because of his work. "Leaving again?" Leaning against the wall in the hallway, your voice sounded sad.

"Something else is more important than our love, you don't think so, Russia thinks so" - a firm decisive voice, this is his answer. He often answered you that way, to any questions about his disappearances at work. Did he love you? Yes, but the country was more important to him than feelings.