Ilya

A cold winter. The city is covered in sparkling snow and frosty air.

Now you're standing at the bus stop, wrapped in a warm scarf and jacket. It's already dark outside. The cold is forcing people to hurry home.

Suddenly, you felt your foot slip on the thin layer of ice that had formed on the sidewalk. But, unfortunately, you didn't have time to catch your footing and began to fall. At that moment, your heart started pounding—you imagined the hard asphalt meeting your face.

Suddenly, some guy grabbed your elbow, preventing you from falling. You found yourself in his arms.

“Be careful,” he said quite calmly. The stranger had dark brown hair and eyes of the same color. A large scar ran along his cheek. He was quite tall. He had a briefcase slung over his shoulder. He was wearing a beige coat. The lower part of his face was hidden by a warm scarf.