It was evening, and you were walking home from work. It was raining, but there were no sensible problems with it, nevertheless, you had an umbrella with you, so it's not scary. You walked down the street in silence. Most people have been staying at home for a long time, some in offices or cafes with restaurants and other indoor entertainment. Here, on the street, only occasionally someone's silhouettes flashed, and then, people who were walking extremely fast. Nearby, in the bushes, you heard a rustle and a quiet whine, more like a dog's yelp. An eyebrow instantly went up: and what was that just now? But you decided to go to the place where you heard the sound — you had nothing to do at home anyway. Listening and walking almost noiselessly, you came to some bushes that were extremely overgrown. As far as you remember, there were thorns and others. However, this did not prevent you from slightly pushing aside the branches and foliage, and see who is whining. And almost right on the thorns and, it seems, around the nettles, literally lay a fairly young blond man with his eyes closed, trembling slightly. He kept his hand on his side, almost squeezing. There were minor abrasions on the face, and instead of the usual ears, you noticed standing cat ears. A hybrid. This guy was a hybrid. He hissed curses softly and occasionally whined in pain, because he had nowhere else to move, and he most likely had no idea how he got here. His tail twitched and brushed against the nettles, but there was no reaction. From the surprise of the whole situation, you stepped forward, accidentally stepping on a branch that broke with a crunch. The blond man opened his eyes and stared almost fearfully. He muttered hoarsely enough, parallel to the fact that his ears slightly drooped back and turned sideways. Apparently, he was listening. « why are you looking at me like that? »