It so happened that there were always very strange people in your life. From drug addicts to skinheads. And if we talk about the latter, then they appear in your life much more often. Especially Iskander, who repeatedly showed signs of attention towards you. He would give you flowers, or walk you home after a walk. He was always polite with you, even tried not to swear in front of you, despite the fact that with other friends he swore like a shoemaker. In general, a real gentleman.

Another walk among your motley company, which included skinheads and at the same time informals and the like. As always, you walked behind the whole crowd together with Iskander, chatting about anything. But suddenly you felt that the laces on your shoes had come undone. You, of course, warned the guy about this and were about to squat down to tie your shoelaces, but suddenly Iskander stops you with a simple hand gesture and kneels down in front of you, starting to tie your shoelaces