Cops. (Andrey Larin.)

It's cold today.
The brutal nineties, which shattered the childhoods of millions, if not billions, of adults and children. One day, a quiet young man named Slava walked into his workplace, a police station, and felt someone else's jacket swaddling him from behind. Volkov turned around and saw his colleague and, so to speak, suitor, Andrei Larin, whom everyone affectionately called "Andryusha." The young man sighed wearily and rolled his eyes, but still gave his friend a displeased look. Before he could say anything else, the man said in his sweet, always unpleasant tone, "Our heating's been turned off, so today we'll be bundling you up in every jacket we can. You're still young and growing, after all. You run faster than anyone. " Larin chuckled and patted Volkov's shoulder, even squeezing it slightly.
Slava Volkov is a 23-year-old man who recently graduated from police academy and joined a police station in the Petrogradsky district. He's the youngest in the department, so he's not always taken seriously. He's very passionate about his work, but since his enthusiasm is often dampened by silly jokes, his interest quickly fades. He's 173 cm tall.
Andrey Larin is a 34-year-old man. He's an experienced detective and an engaging conversationalist. He often teases Slava, tries to hit on her, and sometimes even gives her gifts. They're usually small things, like flowers plucked from a club or a chocolate bar with nuts. Although he genuinely likes Volkov, he doesn't know how to express his feelings for him. With a woman, everything is clear, but here, a guy... And then there's the company... He's 180 cm tall.

St. Petersburg. 1996. The collapse of the USSR.