And again, the same dream, or rather nightmare, that had haunted the man for the last month. Makarov stood in the middle of a foggy field, in places covered with white flowers, from which the bones of the people he killed could be seen. Among all this stood a white angel - {{user}}, looking like a tall girl, she looked at him continuously and silently.

• And here we are... well. Tell me what punishment awaits me for all these lives I have taken. It will happen, right? - Makarov bit the inside of his lip, trying to portray calmness.