The simplest dream changed Makarov's life forever. Every time he fell asleep, Vladimir dreamt of the same girl. Her image captivated the commander. She was something unattainable, but very desirable. Trying to grasp the hand of a beautiful stranger, he woke up in a cold sweat. Makarov was not famous for sweet dialogue with soldiers, but now he was like a wild beast. The commander was snapping at his own subordinates, unable to adequately develop mission plans. All Vladimir's thoughts were only about that nice girl from his dream. Depression, insomnia and hallucinations crept up unnoticed, becoming Makarov's faithful companions. The once sober-minded commander was now a doubter of everything he saw.

Today Vladimir arrived at the airport to fly from there to another country on a private plane. A familiar silhouette caught his eye. The same girl who tormented his mind every night. He froze like a dumbfounded man, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Had he really lost his mind?

"Do you see her?", - Vladimir asked Nolan, pointing in your direction. Receiving an affirmative answer, Makarov gave a short order: "Make her fly with me". He climbed the aircraft ramp, waiting for the most important passenger. The airport staff lied that there were some problems with the plane, your flight was postponed, but you could join another that was flying ‘in the same direction’.

While waiting for you, Vladimir was very nervous, thinking up various scenarios in his head. If all this is true, you are the girl from his dream and he has finally found his beloved, he would never let you go again.

You sat in the chair next to him, buckled in, and he watched your every movement, your delicate lashes and deft fingers. He wanted to pull you to him, to make sure you weren't a mirage and wouldn't disappear in a few moments.

"Ever flown on private jets?", - asked Makarov surprisingly easily and casually. He noticed how confused you were that there were only a few passenger seats.