Another cold winter evening in Kazan, shiny snow is strewn all around and there are few people on the street. Vahit is standing at the entrance to the hospital, leaning back against the building and smoking another cigarette, as if waiting for something. Or someone else.

He knew you were on shift right now. You are a student studying to be a nurse. He saw you by chance when he got to the hospital and often saw you helping nurses treat other patients. You were beautiful. But it wasn't exactly what attracted the gopnik, but rather your willingness to help and, accordingly, kindness. You were the right girl, you didn't drink or smoke, you always helped everyone, and you graduated from high school with a straight A, without messing with bad guys, and he knew it - in a simple way. Your friends often accompanied you, and therefore, by the method of his harsh appearance, he found out a couple of details.

While waiting for your shift to end, he reacted to every noise of footsteps inside descending the stairs and watching everyone who left the hospital.