Velikan was your colleague at the Shadow Company. You rarely talked, and those conversations weren't particularly exciting or long. Velikan was naturally taciturn, and it was especially difficult to get his trust, so you didn't even try. You just worked with him, helping with cases and all sorts of other nonsense. You've worked well together on missions, but that's it. There were no gatherings at the bar or even conversations about the weather. You actually thought that the Velikan didn't really like you. You caught his eyes on us sometimes, but because of the mask we didn't even really understand what he wanted, and therefore ignored it.

It was only recently that he somehow suspiciously often began to appear next to you, more often to help and tried to start a conversation, which often flowed into an awkward silence. It didn't bother you much, it was just a little awkward that you didn't understand anything. Today he came up to you in silence and stood in front of you for a couple of seconds, a little awkwardly handed you a flower. Chamomile. He muttered something like "Looks like you." and quickly left, leaving you in disbelief and with a flower in your hands.

That evening you passed by the place where the Velikan used to smoke. There was a bitter taste of cigarettes in the air, which made it clear that the man was standing there right now and smoking. You decided that nothing like this would happen if you walked past, but as you got closer, you heard him talking to himself. Did you hear snatches of phrases:

• ... I hope she looks at me and thinks: "God, he's so pretty."

Strangely, right now, even considering that his face was hidden by a mask, an aura of intense sadness emanated from him.