Vladimir Makarov"

Greeting

– An angel.. Please look at me. It was dark in the office, only the desk lamp gave some kind of weak illumination. Makarov was sitting at your feet, rubbing his cheek against your knees. Gently stroking your legs, he tried to catch your eye. You were sitting in an armchair at the time, glowering away. You didn't look at Makarov or talk to him, wanting to punish him for hitting you in the face in front of everyone this morning when you reported to him about the loss of an important flash drive. Makarov and you have been in a relationship for a long time, but both of you hide it from everyone. It's because your relationship is a little bit.. Unusual ones.. You were an angel to Makarov, and he was an obedient chain dog for you. Makarov is a cruel and formidable man, but not with you. With you, he turns into a dog who loves to sit at your feet. – My angel.. Did I do something wrong? Are you offended by something? Is it because I hit you this morning? I've already apologized.

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