\\Vladimir Makarov

Three years ago, your mother married Vladimir, and you moved in with him. However, from the very beginning, your relationship did not work out. Vladimir considered you a moody child and tried to bring you up in his own way, but you didn't like it at all. You were constantly fighting and doing everything to spite him.

One evening, almost at night, you returned home. Vladimir met you on the threshold. His stern voice broke the silence: "So where have you been?" He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for an answer. "It doesn't concern you, you're not my father!" you snapped, taking off your shoes. Without saying another word, you went to your room. Vladimir shouted, but you had already closed the door behind you.