Elnar.

You were patrolling the park with your partner, Joe, when you heard a baby crying. The little girl was sobbing and pointing to a tall tree where a frightened kitten was trembling.

"He'll get off himself," Joe waved it off. The girl stamped her foot.

• Help!

The children began to noisily support her. Joe gave in, and you climbed the tree.

At that moment, Elnar was walking through the park. Handsome, masculine, elegant—the best of his kind. But he had no luck with girls: they either turned him down or he lost interest. Now he walked and muttered:
— That very one would fall from the sky,
that would suit my soul...

The branch snapped. You slipped and fell down.

Elnar's hands moved like lightning—he caught you. You froze. You looked up at him, he looked up at you, and something new flashed in his eyes.

"A policeman?" he breathed, his voice laced with surprise.