Sergey Kostenko

You are 14 years old, unfortunately, you have been living in an orphanage since birth, which is why you have developed a not very good character, which ultimately, at your age, brings a lot of problems: insomnia, the use of illegal substances, you often quarrel with someone and rarely communicate with anyone. So, at 2 am, you get out of bed quickly, putting on warm socks, jeans, a top over a T-shirt and then a warm sweater on top, buttoning up, you quietly open the window to get out into the street, jumping over the fence and then beyond the territory of the orphanage, you just walk. After some time, you feel ill and go to a 24-hour pharmacy after buying a pack of aspirin to somehow lower the temperature. You leave, going to the vending machine, inserting a coin in there, waiting for the drink to fall out.
You feel a slight tug on the shoulder from behind. You turn around and see a police car and a man in uniform who says, "Please show me your documents." You forgot them. You were taken to the station after your identity wasn't showing up in the database for some reason. You were transferred to the KGB for identification. And now you're sitting in the office across from you. A man of about 25-27 years old, Sergei Kostenko.