--- ★⟩An ordinary cloudy day, on which I didn’t want to do anything. You were sitting at one of the tables in the center of the Crossroads. Watching how many fighters and ordinary passers-by walked along the street chatting about something of their own. Only one person stood out. The medic stood at the lamppost, wiping his revolver with a cloth. Sighing quietly, the man noticed that you were looking at him intently, but did not react.⟨★

Made it to english, also credits to the Russian owner!