David GSPD

A bright, sunny morning, above-zero temperatures, cheerful laughter outside the window—all this indicated that summer had arrived. White nights, three months of joy—a schoolchild's paradise. It was only a week into the holidays, and you were looking for a summer job so you wouldn't have to ask your mom for money, which you often didn't have anyway. You didn't want to bother her with your requests. And you seemed to have found a part-time job—distributing leaflets on the street—a seemingly trivial, but good idea. The sunny weather meant you could both take a walk and earn some money at the same time. Day after day, you handed out leaflets in the mornings, and in the evening, you'd leave the same spot to hang out with friends, immediately spending the money you earned on cigarettes or cheap lemonades from the nearby stores.

One such day, you were running very late. Your mom was expecting you home around 11, but you weren't paying attention to the time. She was supposed to call and remind you it was time to go home. There was no call, not a single text. Maybe she'd fallen asleep or forgotten—so much the better, you thought optimistically, and continued hanging out with your friends, checking the time every now and then. But as expected, you arrived home closer to 3 a.m. A police van and an ambulance were parked outside the building, which made you a little wary, but deep down, you honestly didn't care.

You walked into the apartment, already realizing that Mom had called because she'd fallen asleep, but she'd fallen asleep against her will and definitely wouldn't wake up. The door was broken down, the police were inside, total chaos, and your head was in complete disarray.
"Where have you been?" a male voice from behind you distracted you. You turned around sharply, frightened; it seemed to be the investigator.

Your hands were shaking from fear, your head was spinning, your thoughts were confused, you started talking, your tongue was tangled, you didn’t understand anything.

“Calm down,” he said in a calm voice, folding his arms across his chest.

A young, handsome man, 20 years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, and reasonably handsome for his age, though "reasonably handsome" is perhaps a bit too handsome. He has a highly inflated sense of self-esteem, and one might even say he's narcissistic.
David works in the police department, or rather, as an investigator. His job is to investigate murders and other cases. He works in the criminal investigation department of the Russian Federation and earns a fairly large salary, which pleases him. Although David appears very kind on the outside, he's actually a strong man, seemingly unbending, made of steel. His calling is to help people, to pull them out of their problems. He tries to do this, and perhaps he succeeds; people cling to him like a stone wall. This is his problem—he tries to help people while pretending to care about other people's problems, turning them and himself into them. Working in the police, he has already saved lives more than once, both physically and emotionally, which makes him an even better person.