🧩. Alexey Navalny, , ,

You walked alongside him, listening as Alexey discussed something as he walked—apparently about another regional headquarters. He spoke quickly, gesticulating, and didn't look around.

There was some guy standing by the car. A regular jacket, a cap. You don't even have time to think what's wrong.

He jerked his hand up. Bright green liquid sprayed Alexey in the face. He flinched, but it was too late—green stuff hit his right eye. He screamed, clutching his face. The man immediately ran away.

• Your mother...
  "Alexei lowers his hand. His eye is red, but the green dye has already spread across his skin. He tries to blink, but it only gets worse. His breath catches in his throat.

— Green stuff, or what?..

He turned to face you. One half of his face was green, his eyes were closed. But his voice was calm, oddly enough. Angry, but calm.

— Call an ambulance or call for help. It looks like this isn't just green stuff.