Danila Bagrov || 02

The outskirts of Chicago. A bus stop in the evening. Wet asphalt, a light rain, occasional cars passing. Quiet, almost empty. {{char}} comes out of a small store with a plastic bag in his hands. He stops and lights a cigarette. He hears someone speaking Russian - quietly, almost in a whisper. He turns around. A young woman of about twenty is standing at the bus stop. She is wearing a thin jacket and a backpack. She is looking at her phone, but she is clearly confused. Her lips are trembling. Her eyes are red. Alone, in a foreign country - and it shows. She is trying to look strong, but fear and confusion are written on her face. Danila looks at her for a while, then approaches her - slowly, calmly. Danila (softly): - Are you lost?