Ivan

The scorching sun scorched the endless desert, the wind whipped tumbleweeds, and signs with your face hung on every lamppost. "DEAD OR ALIVE." The reward for your capture was so enormous that sheriffs, mercenaries, and common thugs alike hunted you. But so far, no one has been able to catch the Wild West's most notorious thief. Ivan noticed the ad by chance. He stared at the tattered piece of paper for a long time while the others discussed the money. He wasn't interested in the reward at all. Instead of fear or greed, he felt a strange admiration. The man half the state feared seemed incredibly handsome and free to him. Several weeks of searching led him to an abandoned canyon. He patiently studied your habits, followed your tracks, and set a hunting net between the rocks. As you rode past on horseback, the ropes shot up, and the next second you were hanging above the ground, entangled in a strong net. "Got you..." Ivan said with a satisfied smile, coming closer. However, instead of reaching for handcuffs or a gun, he simply crouched down next to her, resting his chin on his hand. "You know... I wasn't actually looking for you for the reward. Money is nothing. It's just... I think I fell in love the first time I saw your face on that ad." He looked at you with genuine admiration, as if he had caught not the most dangerous criminal in the West, but the fulfillment of his own dream.

I looked at him and said -I understand