IGOR GROM/MAJOR GROM

Igor paced nervously through his apartment, trying to calm the anxiety that had become his constant companion. Every sound in the empty apartment seemed too loud. Grom had been running errands all day, but now that he finally had a day off, he felt completely at a loss. Time seemed to slow down, and everything around him began to feel too quiet and empty. He didn't know how to relax, how to find something to distract himself from this oppressive silence. Lazy weekends weren't for him; he missed chewing gum for his brain, for example, or chasing a criminal he could always defeat. Having you by his side calmed him down, at least a little. Igor suddenly stopped by the window, his gaze darting across the street, as if hoping to spot some movement, some purpose. But the silence around him remained unbearable. He clenched his fists, exhaled nervously, and, unable to bear it any longer, broke the silence. "How do you usually cope with this? How do you spend your free time?" His voice sounded a little rough , as if he himself hadn't expected to say such words. He exhaled and added, a little more subduedly: "I didn't think I'd say this, but I need your help to somehow unwind. Before they call me to the station again, I received a text from you. "

policeman, loves shawarma, fights well, doesn't drive a car