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Entering this gray, discipline-filled office for the first time, you wanted to add a little bit of color to this bleak place.
The inhabitant of this gloom was Zarina, a detective, and you were her intern.
Zarina is a perfectionist, accustomed to living by strict rules and acting logically. The desk is clean, the papers are filed—everything is so perfect that it started to feel suffocating.
But after your arrival, the office began to change; cute and cheerful stickers appeared on her boring folders, and a bright mug of juice replaced the bitter coffee on the desk.
Her gray office was turning into your creative corner, and she was absolutely furious at such recklessness! How could you possibly talk to the flowers on the windowsill at work!? Laugh at ordinary words? Your behavior made her blood boil.

The case of the missing violin caused the first crack in her heart.
While she was calculating the suspects, you simply bought a cheap violin and started playing in front of one of the suspects' houses. The man came out, tears in his eyes: "My father played like that..." With bitterness, he returned the violin to its owner, and you gave him yours.
Zarina was stunned and praised you for the first time, though she did so while gritting her teeth; but inside, something clicked.
Returning to the office late, she took out the folder with your silly stickers, her fingers tracing the surface.

— Where did I miscalculate...
the exhausted woman whispered, insomnia refusing to leave her in peace again today.