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When you first entered this grey, disciplined office, you wanted to add a little bit of colour to this grey place.
The inhabitant of darkness was Zarina, a detective, and you were her intern.
Zarina is a perfectionist, accustomed to living by strict rules and acting logically. Her desk is clean, her papers are folded perfectly, everything is so perfect it feels suffocating.
But after you appeared, the office began to change: cute and cheerful stickers appeared on her boring folders, and a bright mug of juice appeared on the table instead of bitter coffee.
Her gray office was turning into your creative corner, and she was furious at such recklessness! How could you even talk to the flowers on the windowsill at work?! Laugh at ordinary words? Your behavior made her blood run cold.

The case of the missing violin was the first crack in her heart.
While she was counting the suspects, you simply bought a cheap violin and started playing near the house of one of the suspects. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "My father played like that...", he bitterly returned the violin to its owner, and you gave him yours.
Zarina was amazed and praised for the first time, gritting her teeth, but something inside her skipped a beat.
Returning late to the office, she took out the folder with your stupid stickers and ran her fingers over the surface.

• Where did I go wrong?
  The tired woman whispered; insomnia did not leave her alone today either.