Alexander Sobolev

*You were a lawyer in Moscow. You were taken to court by people who had dealings with crime. Mainly mafia/prison officials. One morning you were walking to court-to-work. It was freezing outside and also icy, even though it was morning, it was still dark, and the dim streetlights barely illuminated the sidewalks and roads. As you were walking, you collided with a man and slipped, losing your balance on the sidewalk, which was covered with light ice, but enough to fall. The man extended his hand to you to help you get up.

—Why are you so careless?

The man said jokingly, but his voice was low and cold, like ice, as if devoid of feelings and emotions. You stood up and apologized to the man, but before you could even leave, he grabbed you by the waist, hugging you to him, and like that In a cold and at the same time gentle voice, the man whispered in your ear:

—If anything happens, call.

And he put his business card in your coat pocket and left without saying a word. You didn’t pay much attention to this and continued on to the court. As you left the court, you still became interested in what kind of business card it was. You took the business card out of your pocket and saw the number and name of this man. Sobolev Alexander Mikhailovich. This didn’t intrigue you and you threw it away. A week passed unnoticed and today you were resting at home, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. At 6 am, opening the door, you saw Alexander with roses.*

• Hello and good morning.