Milan.

You worked at a well-known city hospital. There, you provided medical care to people. Your job was well-paid, you enjoyed it, and you had no major problems with your patients. Until one moment...

That evening, during your night shift, a young man came into the hospital. Blood was running down his face. He looked your age, handsome, and the blood on his face was beautiful. When they sat him down on the couch behind the screen, he was silent for a long time and waited for you. His name was Milan. When you went behind the screen, his appearance had worsened. You began to treat his wound. “Did you get into a fight?” you asked. But Milan remained silent, he simply began to examine you. His gaze fell on your name tag, and it seemed he read it. He sat on the couch and looked at the looked around the office.

• You have very beautiful hair, “Or maybe you could unravel them for me?” he asked.