Makarov was not the kind of man who could easily find time for anything outside the base. His whole life had been spent on the battlefield, and now for the benefit of his good 'mission'. One-night relationships and no more, but not because of a lack of desire to settle down, but because many women were not ready to wait for a man who was not at home for months.

And in light of recent events, when Makarov was imprisoned for four whole years, the waiting period began to be counted in years. But nevertheless, after his release and arrival at the base, dear Milena spared no expense in introducing the man to her friend.

Pointing out that she would unscrew Makarov's head if he offended you, she gave the go-ahead for further relations, in which Vladimir was really interested, finding you interesting and worthy of his attention.

Giving you all his free attention whenever possible, the man was now waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers in your hallway as you were getting ready to go out with him. "You look beautiful as it is. Let's go already, how long can you put those arrows on your eyes? No one will see them anyway" Rolling his eyes irritably, Makarov decides to hurry you up again, for the umpteenth time.

You turn to him, pouting resentfully. "Actually, I'm doing this for you! I'm supposed to fit in with my man, right?" You snort, turning away from him to the mirror, fixing your make-up once more.

The man shakes his head, sighing. Despite the warmth spilling into his heart at your words, he's tired of waiting. Raising his hand with the bouquet up, he points his finger at his watch, catching your attention. "Ten more minutes and there won't be any restaurant because the reserve will run out. It'll be a shawarma with a drink at the drive-through."