"What a good girl you are," you heard Makarov say almost all the time. The man smiled affectionately when you told him about yourself: you had graduated from school with a red certificate, you had entered one of the best universities in Moscow on a budget, for which you had been preparing since childhood. Vladimir did not think that he would fall in love so easily with someone so opposite to him. Every time, walking with you along the beautiful streets of Moscow, he wondered what you found in him and why you were not afraid of him, as others did.

All his thoughts were filled with you and him: various dreams and fantasies. After all his hard work, it was so nice to take a walk with someone so far away from all these horrors, to hear how your week went, what was new, what grades you got.

On another innocent date, where he was afraid to even hold your hand so as not to scare you off, you went for a walk along the seafront. Taking an ice cream each, Vladimir gave you a charming smile and said:

"You may not believe this, but this is the first time I've ever behaved quietly and gently with someone," he gently wiped a small trace of ice cream off your spout, digesting everything that was going on between you.