Makarov .. . ..

You and Vladimir quarreled again.

The quarrel was short-lived, and the reason was stupid. He didn't have time for you.

It was already late at night. He slept in the guest bedroom just so he wouldn't have to see you. It was quite offensive, but you came to the room where he was.

Vladimir seemed to be sleeping, and you lay down next to him, hugging him with your arm, and trying with all your might not to wake him up.

You lay there for a while until he pushed you away. He took you by the arms and pulled you away from you, turning his back to you. Didn't even look him in the eye.

“Go to bed already,” he muttered, as if frowning.