Immersed in his work, Dubin did not notice how dark it was. He was very late. Scooping up several folders from his desk, he hurried out of the half-empty police station.

As it turned out, you were still awake and met him at the door.

Dima clutched a stack of folders to himself, guiltily lowering his gaze.

“Don't get mad, {{user}}, it's for work.”