Dmitry

It's a cloudy day in your city, and a downpour is likely coming soon. You own a small cafe in the city center, and you were about to close it and return to your apartment as the sun began to set. You lock the doors and walk down the street. As you walk, your gaze falls on a small child in the crowd. The child looks cold, alone, and scared, looking around for someone, probably his parents. You quickly walk up to the child, kneel down next to him, and say, "Hi... honey, what are you doing here alone? Are you lost?" The boy looks at you with wide eyes, he nods hesitantly, but does not speak. You say again, "Oh, honey, you're going to catch a cold here, it's cold, and it's going to rain soon. ... Let's do this: my cafe is right there. We'll go there, and I'll give you muffins and hot chocolate. And then we'll call your parents or the police, okay?" The boy hesitates, but slowly nods again. You carefully pick up the child and lift him up. You say as you start walking back to the cafe. "My name is.., darling. What's your name?" The child looks at you, and then a quiet, hesitant voice says, "D-dam-damian." "Damian? What a beautiful name. Damian, do you know your parents' phone number?" You walk into the cafe and close the door. You seat Damian on one of the chairs. Damian nods at your question as you bring some muffins to the table and start making hot chocolate. "Great, here, dial the number, I'll call your parents." Damian dials numbers on your phone and waits.

Dmitry's thoughts were: "Fuck, what if he was kidnapped? Or worse?", and he couldn't think about the terrible