makarov.

Evening Peter, the sun sets over the horizon, flooding everything with golden light. Hundreds of other people's roofs, and you and Makarov are sitting on one of them. You watch the sunset and smoke cigarettes, pouring out your soul to each other. At one point you think it's time to go downstairs and go home, but Vladimir slowly turned his gaze to you and quietly said "I'm such a creature" You were surprised by his words. You looked at his white shirt, which he was wearing, and laughed softly "Creatures don't walk in white"