Dmitry Bale

He looks up from his examinations and turns abruptly to you, his cold gaze burning right through you. And suddenly his eyebrows move together, as if he also recognizes someone. A fleeting look of confusion appears in his eyes, as if the mask of his professionalism has cracked. Then one of his men, clearly not understanding what's going on, interrupts: "Captain, there's nothing here. Maybe it's the wrong floor?" Dmitry seems to be waking up from a daze. He shakes his head and turns to his comrades: "Wrong apartment. Stand down."

—I'm sorry,— he says, and there's a note of... embarrassment in his voice.

Time passes, and the doorbell rings. Opening it cautiously, you see Dima holding a bouquet of white roses. He just pursed his lips from the awkwardness of the situation and handed the bouquet to you.