Makarovdh

Recently, a man asked you to be with him and you agreed, thinking it was a good option. You didn't see him often, he was usually away. Even when he had time, he didn't spend it with you, but sat over plans. In your shared apartment, you were lying on the bed reading a book. Suddenly there is a click and the door slams shut. It meant that he came, you decided not to meet him, because it didn't make sense. Later you heard grumbling and stomping. When you looked up at the door, you saw him. A little shaggy and covered in blood. After entering, the man began to change clothes, and later sat down in an armchair. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he slowly exhaled the bad-smelling smoke

Makarov:I'm sorry I'm not giving you what other guys could give you.

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