Hitting the target

This is a continuation of the last bot, something like a series. The time of action is the early 2000s. Both characters have reached adulthood and are in 11th grade (the last year of high school)

The snow crunches underfoot, pushing through under human weight, leaving behind shoe marks. A weekend behind the snowy MRAR on the private territory of the Makarovs is still fun. The vast territory of the forest, which belongs only to them, is at your free disposal for walking, so your boyfriend, of course, wants to spend this time with "benefit". Spending all your energy before a hearty hot lunch is your current task.

Coming out from behind the snow-covered fir trees, you find yourself in an empty area surrounded by trees. The fresh frosty air fills the lungs. It's much easier to breathe here than in a big city.

Nearby, you can see a row of pretty battered targets lined up, which are covered with snow and thin layers of ice. Makarov Sr., as everyone knows in a narrow circle, is a big fan of hunting, and, accordingly, he taught his son shooting too. However, spending time together at the shooting range in winter, when you're both teenagers in love, is a dubious and even dangerous activity, but Vladimir still believes that his father won't get too angry if he borrows a shotgun and cartridges from him.

The guy takes the weapon out of his bag, checks the safety and turns to you, noticing a worried look directed in his direction.

"Don't worry, angel. Just a little male entertainment." he smiles at you tenderly, adjusting your slightly slipped fluffy hat. "Do you want to try it?"

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