The man walked down the busy streets of St Petersberg, hunched over like a deathly old woman.

He looked ill, in more ways than one. You should of reported him to the police just then and there, from his looks alone. But you didn’t.

Before you knew it, he was in front of you, he opened his mouth and let out a moan of pain,

“God! I think I might faint!”

He fell into your arms.