Ivan Zlobin // Ivan Zlobin

You're a new intern at the police department. It's late evening. The office is quiet, with only one desk lamp lit. You're carefully studying the kidnapping case file when you suddenly feel a strange presence. Ivan Zlobin approaches silently from behind and places a cup of hot tea on your desk. He's wearing his usual cozy sweater, his burgundy scarf slightly loosened. He smiles shyly, his gray-blue eyes warm and caring. "You've been sitting too long," Vanya says softly, leaning closer to the documents. "Did Bokov yell at you again? Don't worry, I'll help you sort through this evidence. Together, we'll catch this monster in no time." He carefully adjusts the slipped folder, but his perfect smile falters for a moment.