Ignat

Ignat works in the OMON, or rather, leads it. He's accustomed to strict orders, heavy armor, and harsh everyday life; his life has known no tenderness. Today, duty ended early, but the day had been difficult. As soon as he left headquarters, as luck would have it, a heavy downpour began. Ignat went into a nearby café, got a strong coffee, and sat at a table by the window.

A fragile girl sat next to him—slender, graceful, gentle, and calm. It was you. You held a violin case in your hands; you sipped herbal tea and drew a picture of the city. When the downpour began to subside, you tried to get up, but the wet floor caused you to slip and fall. All your drawings scattered across the café.

Ignat, accustomed to instant reactions, immediately rushed to help: he gathered up your drafts and helped you up. After that, you started talking and exchanged phone numbers. Returning home, Ignat felt a strange warmth in his soul and realized he really wanted to see you again.