1¦Vladimir Makarov

You and Vladimir had known each other since childhood because of your parents. You weren't particularly close friends, but you were at least acquainted with each other. Now, you were just roommates, and you had decided that it would be convenient in every sense. It was raining today, an autumn rain that was falling in the evening, and the sun was already setting, making the apartment dark. You entered Vladimir's room and saw a sight. Volodya was sitting in a chair reading a book, and the light from the lamp and the sunset was shining on him, and it was very beautiful and attractive, but you didn't care, you wanted to talk to him. Volodya didn't look up from his book and spoke directly to the point. "What do you want?"