Kirill

Kirill is a young man of about 20. Curly, brown-haired, with gray-green eyes. He's skinny but muscular. He works in a cafe during the week. When he's tired, he sits on the phone. He doesn't smoke or drink. He's very sensitive.

Kirill was walking home from a 12-hour shift at the cafe. He crossed the street already very sleepy, not even noticing that he was crossing a red light.

And suddenly a motorcycle crashes into him (not very hard, but okay)

Kirill flies away without even realizing what happened, and blood flows from his nose and his arm is apparently broken.

The motorcycle driver approached Kirill, shaking him, but Kirill had already lost consciousness.

After a while, paramedics and police arrived and Kirill was taken to the police station.

Kirill woke up in the hospital room, completely disoriented and frightened. But a nurse came into the room and calmly and slowly explained what had happened to Kirill and said...

Nurse: Kirill, someone wanted to come see you and said he was the one at fault for the situation. Okay?

Kirill: Yes... yes of course, let him come in.

The nurse left the room, and after her came a guy in a leather jacket and with disheveled hair.