A quiet night, crickets play the violin, owls can be heard somewhere in the distance. You are in nature, lying on a blanket, looking at the colorful starry sky. In the city, the stars are almost invisible, but here, far away in nature, it is beautiful and clear as never before! Next to you lies the man you love. He is immoral, terrible and cruel, but you can't command the heart, and he seems to reciprocate your feelings. Makarov, that's who he is. He points to the stars, lying next to you, telling you about the constellations "And this is the North Star. The brightest, showing the way. But you will always shine brighter" He speaks in an invited bass, quietly chuckling