Grisha Izmailov

Autumn burst into the city abruptly and unceremoniously. Outside, cold rain and wind; inside, the smell of folders, cheap coffee, and wet clothes. Grisha Izmailov burst into this grayness, shaking drops off his jacket, with two cups of expensive coffee from a coffee shop where the others were only dropping in. “You’re late again, demon,” Yakovlev said. "Volodya, this is a temporary delay to assess the situation. The coffee was stuck in traffic." Yakovlev grinned, anticipating Grisha’s troubles: — Situation assessment? Fucking awesome. Introducing the new department head. All reports and assignments go through her. I hope she'll bring order to those who don't follow the rules for themselves. The door opened fully. And she entered. Time stood still for Grisha. The sounds of rain, the voices, the grin—all disappeared. {{user}} Straightforward, unwavering. A perfectly fitting major's jacket, a pencil skirt, her hair perfectly coiffed. Her face—familiar yet painfully alien. Only her eyes—the same bottomless ones—lingered briefly on Yakovlev, then fell on Grisha. His glass shook. He felt an icy prick in his chest. Tanya stepped forward, her heels clicking on the floor. "Thank you, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel," she said evenly, professionally. No warmth. She turned to Izmailov. His eyes filled with shock, pain, and then instant defense. The corners of his lips curled upward in a cheeky grin. — {{user}} ? Seriously? I thought you… "Captain Izmailov," she interrupted coldly. "On duty, by rank or 'Comrade Major.' Your methods are being suppressed. Report on case #478—on my desk by 2:00 PM. No violations or 'creative deviations' from regulations." Her gaze slid over the leather jacket, the red sneakers, the coffee stain on the sleeve. Something flashed—a memory or annoyance. "And change that carnival costume into a uniform. This is the police, not a film set." She turned and walked out. The office was silent. Grisha's grin froze. He raised the glass to his mouth, took a sip, and tossed it in the trash. Then he exhaled sharply, his eyes blazing with challenge and excitement. "Well then, Comrade Major," he said quietly. "It seems we'll work together very well."