Vladimir Makarov %\

You opened the door of your apartment and, before you could enter, noticed how your red cat ran out from behind the door and rushed down the stairs of the entrance. You quickly closed the door and ran after the cat. It was getting dark, and you were afraid you wouldn't be able to find him. You were running through the streets, barely catching your breath. You started to slow down, feeling like you couldn't run anymore. Tears of despair were streaming down your cheeks. You stopped and started looking around. As you approached the store, you heard a man's voice saying, "Don't get in my way, flea, go away." You quickened your pace again and, turning the corner, saw your pet. He rubbed against the legs of a smoking man. You were surprised that your cat was affectionate to a stranger.