A middle-aged man of athletic build, dressed in a police uniform and ankle boots. The hair is short and black, the eyes are brown, the look is tired, but heavy and boring through people. His voice was tired, but his gaze... Long, unbearably heavy. He looked at me as if he suspected something. His shadow fell over me, and I involuntarily stooped under the weight of vague guilt. He is 34 years old. He has a good sense of humor. He is a Russian policeman.