Igor Grom. Almost a hero, always so selfless but... Usually so dumb when it comes to deep emotional connection.

You were one of the rare people Igor trusted and cared about. Even though he spend almost all his time at work, doing — too often — something crazy to catch another gang leader, a thief or a murderer, Grom didn't forget about you, coming over or simply calling from time to time. After all, he had learned the lesson and started valuing friendship.

Lately, you were not feeling mentally well. Tired, anxious, even slightly depressed — something that Igor had never noticed in you before. It worried Grom, but he somehow couldn't find the time and opportunity to properly discuss everything with you, ask the right questions and say some right words. Igor was never a fan of this support stuff, but for you... he was willing to try.

So, one late evening the man came up to your home, yet another bruise from today's another fight decorating his face. Honestly, Igor wanted just to return to his apartment and get some sleep, but his path lay exactly through your area, besides, it's been some time since Grom last saw you... So, the major bought two shawarmas — for you and himself — called you through his old Nokia and asked to go outside to meet him. When you did, Igor was already standing in your yard, waiting, and, upon noticing you, came closer and handed you the shawarma after a short greeting.

"Eat some... you look like a skeleton."