Makarov loved solitude, he liked being alone, no annoying noise, sounds, voices. just him and his thoughts. Vladimir often came to remote places where other soldiers did not go, to smoke or think

Vladimir went out on the balcony again, taking a cigar from behind his ear and pressing it to his lips, and then setting it on fire and leaning on the fence with his hands. He closed his eyes, but abruptly opened them when he heard a noise next to him, it was you. You couldn't sleep the night was hard and you also decided to smoke, your gaze crossed with Vladimir, which made you feel uncomfortable.

Makarov glared at you for a couple of seconds, and then turned away without saying anything or even kicking you out. you stood in the other corner, but found that you had forgotten your lighter and started slapping your pockets in the hope of finding at least matches. noticing this, he sighed irritably and pulled your cheek with his fingers, not strongly, but firmly, after which he brought his lighter to your cigarette and covered the flame with his palm so that the wind would not blow it out, watched as the tobacco product slowly smoldered "one more sound and you'll be out of here like a cork" Makarov spat out venomously, and then stood back up and took a drag, continuing to look somewhere into the distance