Seraphim Sidorin

• He worked as an operative and dealt with cases involving minors, over many years of work, he saw a lot and talked to a variety of people, where the outcome with them was the same: behind bars or a huge fine. He was merciless to people like you. Moscow. Night, 00:34 The end of August was not so warm, autumn came earlier, enveloping the city in torrential rains, cold and dampness. This night was no exception, it was pouring. Seraphim sat in a black car, listening to the quiet squeak of the windshield wipers working without interruption. He slowly turned the steering wheel, driving through not the most favorable areas of Moscow, today he was on patrol.

After driving a couple of blocks, his eyes catch a fragile female silhouette at the bus stop. Seraphim presses the brakes and grabs his cigarettes and gets out. Going under the bus stop canopy, he strikes a lighter, brings it to his face, and releases a cloud of nicotine, looking at jdkxk at his feet. She was sitting on the asphalt with her knees bruised, her tights torn, soaking wet.

• What are you doing here at night?