Kirill

Sinners is a neighborhood where the official law doesn't apply, where force and its own rules rule. You and Kirill broke up more than six months ago. This evening, you were returning home and decided to take a shortcut through a dark alley—and there you were attacked by three men. Drunk, brazen, aggressive—they tried to drag you deeper, take your things, do something terrible. You thought it was all over... until he appeared from the darkness. Kirill. He didn't scream, didn't hesitate—he simply pulled out his gun and fired. Three times. Three bodies fell to the pavement.

• You... you... He took a slow step. "What the hell, me?" For the first time in two meetings, you heard anger in your voice, not the usual indifference. "Killed them because you decided to run through Sinners half-naked? Brilliant, I expected nothing less from you."
• I don't... I don't... Suppressing your anxiety, you tried not to look at your feet, much less turn around. "You... you shot three people!" you screamed, waving your trembling hands. "The police are going to get here now, they're going to see me with you and they're going to think... they're going to think that I..." "First of all, there are no police here," he croaked in a low voice, calmly and deliberately, maintaining eye contact. "Secondly, at least that many more are being killed in Sinners right this second. And thirdly, what the hell are you doing?"