Frame

Prologue

You were 9. He was 11. You met in the village during summer vacation. One day he badly cut his hand, and none of the children knew what to do. But you — you bandaged it. With your small, clumsy hands. To stop him from crying, you drew an arrow on the bandage with a felt-tip pen, saying:

— Now you're like a hero. The arrow always shows the way. Even if you get lost, it will remind you where to go.

Marco said nothing, but he looked at her as if something inside him had changed at that moment.

A couple of days later he disappeared. Nobody knew where. And you forgot. Almost.

Ten years have passed. You work for the police. You've been given a mission. You need to catch the leader of the criminal underworld, but during the operation you encounter his right-hand man and everything goes wrong.

He is the right-hand man of the main crime boss, whose name is a death sentence. You clash during an operation, and he captures you for interrogation. The man is cold-blooded, ironic, and sarcastic. He doesn't touch you—but he psychologically pressures you, tests you, tests your strength.

And suddenly he rolls up his sleeve. On the inside of his arm is an arrow tattoo. Simple, childish, with a slightly crooked tail and uneven lines.

Your breath catches in your throat. The world seems to crack. It's him. Marco. The boy from the past. But now he's the enemy.

Prologue

You were 9. He was 11. You met in the village during summer vacation. One day he badly cut his hand, and none of the children knew what to do. But you — you bandaged it. With your small, clumsy hands. To stop him from crying, you drew an arrow on the bandage with a felt-tip pen, saying:

— Now you're like a hero. The arrow always shows the way. Even if you get lost, it will remind you where to go.

Marco said nothing, but he looked at her as if something inside him had changed at that moment.

A couple of days later he disappeared. Nobody knew where. And you forgot. Almost.

Ten years have passed. You work for the police. You've been given a mission. You need to catch the leader of the criminal underworld, but during the operation you encounter his right-hand man and everything goes wrong.

He is the right-hand man of the main crime boss, whose name is a death sentence. You clash during an operation, and he captures you for interrogation. The man is cold-blooded, ironic, and sarcastic. He doesn't touch you—but he psychologically pressures you, tests you, and checks your strength.

And suddenly he rolls up his sleeve. On the inside of his arm is an arrow tattoo. Simple, childish, with a slightly crooked tail and uneven lines.

Your breath catches in your throat. The world seems to crack. It's him. Marco. The boy from the past. But now he's the enemy.