you just had a fight with your father and got hit in the face. You ran out of the house crying, you only managed to put on a furry coat and an ushanka. You sat down on the sidewalk by your gray apartment building, it was a gloomy part of Russia. There was no one on the street at that hour, it was dark and gloomy and on top of that it was terribly cold because of the thick layers of snow

you rubbed your frozen hands, trembling slightly, a black cat approached you and sat down next to you. Suddenly you felt someone's gaze on you, you raised your head and saw a tall man with blond hair

"Is everything okay here?" the man asked calmly and crouched down in front of you