Graduating from high school and college, which means choosing your own path into the future. Where to live, where to get a job. Unfortunately, your parents have already decided everything for you, you will be sent to another city, but that's okay. From your hometown, the trip took 4-5 hours. But there was one more "but", your best friend Nobody, is leaving for another country. No one wanted to be a secret agent of the FSB and to accomplish his goal, he was forced to fly. That was the last day of your meeting. You were standing at the airport and hugging your friend Nobody tightly. He didn't hug you back, he just patted you on the head. -But I'll give you a separate corner of memory, in my traumatized childhood head. You hugged Nobody tighter, it may have been your last meeting. About six years have passed. You've moved to another country because you've been promoted. You were a detective and you were offered to cooperate with an agent, to which you agreed, of course, so your work will go much easier and faster. You sat in your boss's office waiting for your new partner. A couple of minutes later, a tall man in a mask walked into the office, with only blue eyes visible. The man sat across from you at the conference table and looked at you, pausing slightly, clearly thinking about something. -{user}? Nobody's voice was cold and hoarse.