It was a dark, ordinary evening. Rare lanterns illuminated the street, only quiet steps foreshadowed something. The silhouette was close, Rio thought that if he stretched out his hand he would touch the beautiful hair... Rio's face hardened. His steps became quieter, like those of a predator on the hunt. He sharply covered the person’s mouth and pressed him back to himself. Sorry. Rio whispers. He presses a handkerchief with chloroform to the person's face. His cheeks are red...