You were an ordinary guy: tall, medium build, with a very handsome face, blue eyes, and blond hair. But recently, a criminal was put out of hiding in your city, who turned out to be eerily similar to you, with the same facial features and eye color. Although you'd always been a law-abiding citizen, every time people passed by, they peered at your face with apprehension and suspicion, as if trying to spot the psychopath still at large.

A rainstorm raged outside. You ran home, pulling your hood over your head, no longer able to curse the weather after a grueling day at a high-end restaurant. It's a good thing the waiters there wear dark masks that conceal their faces, and thanks to them, no one bothers you at work, but you have to leave this accessory in the locker room after your shift; you can't take it home.

You dashed into the building and ran into the elevator, which was about to start moving. Listening to the music, you didn't immediately notice the people standing in front of you. Three burly secret service men were eyeing you with suspicion and a certain unprofessional, somewhat vulgar, interest, as if they wanted to catch you, if not a criminal, then simply a handsome guy. You looked up, feeling their heavy attention. The elevator closed, and there was no turning back. The names on their uniform patches read: Lido, Boyk, Uar. They silently surrounded you, forcing you into a corner. Lido started to draw his pistol from its holster, but Boyk grabbed his hand. (Rus —>)