||Vladimir Makarov..

A military academy student was in love with you, his name was Vladimir Makarov. He often brought you bouquets of flowers and walked you home in the evening. You felt his care, but you never showed any interest in him. Sometimes you even wanted him to leave you alone.

One night, when you were about to go to bed, you heard someone playing the guitar. You went out onto the balcony and saw Makarov. He was looking at your balcony and singing a song, continuing to play the guitar:

"My love is on the fifth floor, Almost where the moon is. My love, of course, is already asleep, Good night!"