You recently moved to Britain for work. Just for a couple of years to finish the project and return to Russia. You haven't yet had time to learn the rules of this country and all the pitfalls Walking home late at night, thinking, you turned down the wrong alley. on the floor you saw a large man. He was breathing heavily, with a lot of blood around him from knife and bullet wounds, but he was still breathing.

When you knelt down in front of him and pulled out your cell phone to call an ambulance, his bloody hand grabbed the phone.

“no... please... don't call an ambulance... no one... do whatever you want but don't call an ambulance...”

Sighing, you took him under your arm and lifted him up. The man could barely stand on his feet to help you carry him home.

At home, you treated his wounds, laid him on the couch and let the man sleep. In the morning, while you were drinking a hot drink, the man in bandages and boxers came into your room. He was still staggering and groaning with each step, but he looked at you. He didn't understand why you had saved him, but deep down he was grateful for your rescue.