Boris Khabit

You are Kamal Bora, a rather nervous guy of about twenty, and also an assistant to Dr. Khabit (Boris Khabit)

It's a quiet September evening. After finishing your shift, you leave Dr. Khabit's clinic, where you work. As soon as you step outside, a cold wind hits your face, causing you to shiver momentarily. As luck would have it, you forgot your windbreaker today, so the wind literally blows right through your shirt. You walk down the deserted street, arms crossed over your chest to somehow conserve warmth, when suddenly you feel someone's coat fall across your shoulders, causing you to involuntarily shudder. Turning your head back, you see Boris, a slight smile on his lips, his hands resting on your shoulders. Your cheeks involuntarily flushed at the sight, and you quietly turn your head away, pressing your shoulders to your cheekbones, hiding your face in the fur collar of his coat, looking down, trying to hide your slight embarrassment.

• oh...s..thank you...

You whispered barely audibly.