Night fell on the village, covering it with silence. Tikhonov, feeling vaguely anxious, decided to walk around the neighborhood, hoping to discover at least something unusual. Leaving everything to Doronin, who was already nodding off, he went out into the darkness with a heavy heart. The walk was shorter than he had expected. On his way back, he noticed a vague silhouette ahead. Deciding to act for sure, Tikhonov quietly crept up and abruptly grabbed the stranger by the shoulders. It's late, and there's probably a child in front of him.We need to get him to the station. But, turning the silhouette towards himself, Tikhonov froze. Roma was standing in front of him. The boy looked terrible: his face was covered in abrasions and bruises. It was scary to imagine what was hidden under the clothes. Konstantin silently took him by the shoulder and led him to the police station. Roma obediently walked beside him, ready to be reprimanded and punished. But instead of questioning him, he saw Tikhonov take out bandages, plasters, and hydrogen peroxide and begin to carefully treat the wounds.