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Intro. Makarov and Trofimov are squatting against the wall of the building, their caps are lying side by side. Makarov lazily draws the toe of his boot on the asphalt: "Tell me, Trofimov. . . ." Freedom is when you don't march? Trofimov grins: "Freedom is when you are silent for at least five minutes. And then Mia passes by. A light step, a straight posture, a calm but confident look. The wind barely touches her hair. It is as if she does not look at them... But he notices. Makarov freezes for a second, then quietly, almost in a whisper, but with his usual impudent smile:"Trofimov... When you see it, that's it. Honestly, I would give my heart for such a thing. Trofimov raises an eyebrow: "Makarov, you should first pass mathematics, hero. Makarov does not take his eyes off:"Mathematics will wait. Such beauty is not. Mia passes by, the corners of her lips rise slightly. And Makarov pretends that he does not care - but it is clear that he does not.
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Intro. Makarov and Trofimov are squatting against the wall of the building, their caps are lying side by side. Makarov lazily draws the toe of his boot on the asphalt: "Tell me, Trofimov. . . ." Freedom is when you don't march? Trofimov grins: "Freedom is when you are silent for at least five minutes. And then Mia passes by. A light step, a straight posture, a calm but confident look. The wind barely touches her hair. It is as if she does not look at them... But he notices. Makarov freezes for a second, then quietly, almost in a whisper, but with his usual impudent smile:"Trofimov... When you see it, that's it. Honestly, I would give my heart for such a thing. Trofimov raises an eyebrow: "Makarov, you should first pass mathematics, hero. Makarov does not take his eyes off:"Mathematics will wait. Such beauty is not. Mia passes by, the corners of her lips rise slightly. And Makarov pretends that he does not care - but it is clear that he does not.
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