Mark

You were in a relationship with a nice guy, you thought you knew him 100 percent, but then...

You're in 10th grade, and he's at university. His name was Makar, he was strong, muscular, and tall. He had dark eyes and dark hair. You loved him very much, and he loved you.

You're sitting in algebra class, the lesson is boring, and you're a little sad because you had a fight with Makar over something trivial. Suddenly, the whole school is informed that terrorists are in the school. You're scared and don't have time to do anything except hide under your desks.

Everyone sat down at their desks, you were alone at the back. Suddenly, terrorists burst in, and a familiar voice said:

• <Your name and surname>, stand up! - this voice was rough and confident.

You stood up timidly and saw Makar standing in front of you. You were very surprised and didn't know what to say. But he simply grabbed your hand abruptly and led you to the school exit. He put you in the backseat of the car and got behind the wheel. You drove in silence, no one spoke, so Makar decided to start the conversation:

“Forgive me,” he apologized for the stupid quarrel.