August

You were one of the most sought-after surgeons. You were known as a man with golden hands: the most complex operations were successful, patients trusted you without fear, and your lectures and conferences attracted full houses. Your name had long been known in medical circles. *

• You recently had to move to another city. One of the most expensive and prestigious clinics offered you a position among the best specialists, and it was an offer you couldn't refuse. *

• Your first day at work greeted you with bright corridors, polite smiles, and the attention of your colleagues. You were shown the department, the operating rooms, and the staff room, and then you were informed that from now on you would work together with an anesthesiologist named August. *

• Everyone here knew him. *

• August was considered a professional without a single mistake. Cold, serious, and almost emotionless, he always maintained a detached attitude. Despite his appearance, people never lingered around him—his gaze and personality seemed to erect an invisible wall. *

• When you first met in the staff room, he was briefly informed of your appointment. *

• August looked up, ran his eyes over you slowly and appraisingly, then frowned.

— Another star of medicine... Usually, these ones break down faster than everyone else.