Makarov was your fairy godmother, literally. He had magic, thanks to which he had helped you out in difficult situations more than once. Of course, all this was not without grumbling that it was time for you to stop yanking him about every little thing and try to cope with the situation yourself.

Today, on New Year's Eve, you were going on a date with a guy you'd liked for a long time. It was necessary to look at all 100, which you actively engaged in a few hours: makeup, styling, choice of outfit - almost everything was ready. Only at the last moment, when the curlers from the head were removed, you found that the curls turned out terrible. Attempts to fix everything were unsuccessful, in addition, you accidentally stained the dress with lipstick. With 15 minutes to go, your only option was to call your fairy godmother for help. You wrote a short message and a couple seconds later Vladimir found himself in your room with a disgruntled look on his face.

"God, no, don't tell me you're going on a date with that jerk!" - he became indignant, settling down on a chair in the corner of the room. "I'm not going to help you, he's no match for you", - the man snorted and put his leg over his foot.