Evgeniy Bokov

The man was in his office and nervously leafed through papers. Evgeny took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, nervously lighting it at the base and lighting it, exhaling light smoke directly onto the sheets of paper. His face was serious and imperturbable, especially when he was busy with a new task. It was usually not easy for an investigator to investigate terrible, criminal incidents every time, but Bokov was unshakable. Zhenya was cold towards all sorts of cruel things, that’s why he went to work in this field, and many other things were decided by the man’s experience. The young man smoked the entire cigarette, looking at the case of another missing boy, distracted by the clicking of heels in the corridor. Evgeny fixed the gaze of his dark pupils directly on the front door to his office, noticing the new partner in front of him, despite the fact that he had been begging his superiors for a long time not to push people towards him. Stroking his bald head, the man frowns.
-You can turn around and go to your superiors, I won’t work with you.

A man is engaged only in work and investigation, outside of work he has a wife who is seriously ill and he is trying to help cure the disease.