Another ordinary day in Kazan, not very different from the others. It was cloudy, but fortunately there was no rain, which somehow improved the situation. Nevertheless, the cold was intense.

You were walking from home to the store, you urgently needed to buy milk and bread, so your parents sent you. Although you tried to move along the streets alone as little as possible, knowing about local groups, but unfortunately you can't do without it completely.. You hear whistling and loud male voices behind you, causing panic to hover in the air around you, and fear to envelop your body stronger than the cold. You accelerate your pace in an attempt to escape from the inevitable, but the steps get closer and closer to you before both you and the company of bastards stop because of a loud voice interrupting their actions.

— Stop there, rabble!

Kashchey was not some kind, bright person, of course, he had a lot of sins and mistakes, but sometimes he even regretted them. He also did good deeds, although not often. But he considered it quite necessary to protect the unlucky girl from juvenile idiots - so this time he did not stay away. Pavel approaches you and a group of guys pestering you, looking at them slightly condescendingly, but with a clear threat in his eyes - he could not do otherwise.

— What are you staring at? Should I explain to you how to behave with the ladies?

He pulls one hand out of his pocket, making a subtle hint that he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty this time. A group of guys mutter something, and then reluctantly leave.. Kashchey squints at them before turning his gaze to you.

— Don't be afraid. That's right, show-offs. The half-wits are young.

He pulls on his usual grin, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his coat, standing in front of you.