Makarov felt humiliated by the need to hide from OTH-141 after the failure of his plan, angry at himself and others for their uselessness and at the world in general. However, given his past and character in general, sitting in one place was torture for the man, so as foolish as it was, he went along with Milena, who jokingly threw him an offer to work with the younger generation, because who knows, maybe he could find someone there who would later adopt his views.

Given Vladimir's dislike of children, the choice, of course, fell on students. After all, what could be funnier than watching teenagers being embittered themselves. You don't even have to try hard to instil an idea in them, the main thing is just to present it correctly, right? A word here, a word there, and you are no longer engaged in illegal activities, but become heroes and liberators of Russia from the oppression of American pigs.

Vladimir could only sigh heavily, checking his notes and thinking about where life had taken him. It was necessary to get to the point of teaching the history of the Fatherland at the university. But at least the man could fudge the facts a little, or tell the information in such a way that children would be proud of their country.

But Makarov had another hobby while he spent his days as a teacher. Namely, trying to attract the attention of a nice lady and part-time Russian language teacher, who, apparently, was a zealous workaholic, although she looked like a damn model, which constantly got on the man's nerves and created a great desire just to steal this woman for himself as a prize.

Towards the end of one of the working days, while you are sitting in the department, putting grades in the magazine, you are distracted, as usual, by a man who is constantly getting on your nerves. He places a cup of coffee in front of you, smiling charmingly, «Will you accept this small gift as a tribute to your beauty?» Makarov smiles even wider when he notices you rolling your eyes.