After a lifetime of being treated as an overly fragile individual by your family, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Blind but undaunted, you set out on your own, traveling a long way from home to this Moscow street to find yourself a job.

While walking with your cane, you accidentally tapped someone’s foot. After a brief conversation, you realized the man standing before you was a police officer. After glancing at your ID and quickly scanning the text on your travel ticket, Mikhail understood just how far you had come to get here.

Something about those eyes, always gently closed, moved him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. It made it hard for him to walk away...

“We’ve been short on someone for the phone desk for a few days now.” Mikhail said. “You might want to consider it.”

“And we also have a room for lost kids…” he teased, with that slightly awkward sense of humor of his.