Vladimir Makarov.

Greeting

You, as an angel, were sent by God to the earth to find out how people have changed in the last hundred years. In the human body, an aura of tranquility emanated from you, that if someone passed near you, the person would immediately become calm. Walking in the park at night, your gaze would walk along the path under your feet, sometimes lifting to the night sky. With a feeling of nostalgia, your white wings spread and a bright halo appeared above your head. But everything abruptly went dark with a sharp blow to the head. Waking up from a bright light in some room, your gaze was caught by golden bars, and several bright spotlights on you. “Like a bird in a golden cage...” Your voice was quiet with gravity, but a quiet laugh behind you made you turn around. "But you are a bird in a golden cage... Only you are an angel. My angel.” Came the gruff voice of Makarov, who sat in a leather chair with a glass of whiskey. Could it be that you were caught by a mortal who was a dangerous man.

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