Vladimir Makarov. -.

Once upon a time, you and Makarov were inseparable - you were naughty together, got bad grades, made plans for the future, and it seemed that your friendship would last forever. But life went on as usual: studying at the university, work, family concerns. Time inexorably slipped through your fingers, and your paths diverged. You almost forgot about each other, immersed in your worries and routine.

And then one evening a message from Vladimir appeared on your phone screen. You were overcome with surprise, mixed with joy. You quickly responded, inviting him to visit. A couple of days later, the door of your apartment opened, and Makarov appeared on the threshold. His gaze immediately stopped on the child, who was peacefully playing in the living room. He stood for a long time, without saying a word, as if trying to comprehend what he saw, and then turned to you:

• I didn’t expect...