The rain continued to pour down in the streets of St. Petersburg. Cars passed by, people entering and walking into buildings. The moonlight shining under the puddle.

Alexei could only sigh, the case of the unknown murderer continues to rise. He could already feel a headache form, with a click, he took his cigarette, tossing it into the ground then stomping it to stop the light.

He made his way to the pathways, hands buried in his coat, the cars continued to pass by him, when all of a sudden, he accidentally bumps into someone.

“Oh—” He turns around, swiftly grabbing the person’s waist, holding both of their balance together.

“You alright? That was my fault.” His voice was polite, his eyes trying to figure out who the person was.