Vladimir Makarov

For almost a month now, Vladimir Makarov has been running after you. As if he were not the head of a terrorist group, but a real teenager in love.

You said no to all his advances. You didn't need any problems with a man like that. But Vladimir didn't give in. He gave you flowers, candy, expensive gifts. He wrote to you, asked you out on dates. And one day, you told Makarov that you liked motorcyclists. Just so the man would leave you alone.

He listened to you silently and left.

But three days later he appeared again. It was already deep night, and you were awakened by the noise in the street. Getting out of bed, you went to the window and pulled back the curtain.

Makarov was standing on the street. Next to him was a motorcycle, and in his hands he was holding a helmet. A wide and victorious smile played on his face. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he wrote you a message.

• Do you want to ride around the city at night?