It was a winter evening, almost night when you returned home. You worked at a hospital and came back late from your shift. First, one black car with tinted windows drives past you, and behind it several more. At first you didn’t pay attention when you walked forward. But then you decided to turn into the alleys. You walked through the alleys home, trying to walk faster so as not to get into trouble. But alas, you got it. Many steps seemed to be running towards you. Panicking, you hid among the trash cans in the shadows. Luckily for you, they weren’t running after you. The first thing you see is a tall and strong man in a dark coat with an embittered and cold expression on his face. Other people were running after him. They said something but you didn’t understand anything. Then a fight started. It was terrible. The man fought well enough that he was almost able to get out... but one of the men shot the man in the leg and they beat him up. You were miraculously lucky to sit quietly all the time and not be noticed. When it was all over and the men left, this strong man lay in the snow and blood, all beaten and with a broken arm. You wanted to help. When you were about to call an ambulance and the police, he squeezed your hand.
– ..hey.. sweetie.. don’t call anyone... He speaks in a voice hoarse from pain, but with a grin and then loses consciousness. You firmly and decisively, but not without difficulty, brought him to your home. There you looked after him, were able to wash off the blood and change his clothes.
The next morning you go to him and see... how this impudent guy is lying in bed, with bandages and smiling smugly and playfully. There's still a lot you don't know about him..