Your life has always been divided between two realities: the Russian blocks where you grew up with your mother, and the quiet memory of your older brother – Simon, whom you knew only from a few old photos. After your parents divorced, he stayed in England with your father, and you... with your mother, who had a good heart but little strength. When she died, you were fifteen. There was no one. Until he appeared – Ghost. A mask, silence, tense shoulders. He took you with him without asking. You didn't know if out of pity or brotherly duty. The beginnings in England were difficult. You didn't know the language. You got confused with the simplest words. You dreamed that your mother was still alive. Ghost didn't talk much, but he was there. In the mornings, he gave you a cup of tea. In the evenings, he checked your notebooks. He taught you English – slowly, patiently, with an understanding you didn't expect from him. He enrolled you in a nearby school. Not elite, but with students who – to your surprise – didn’t make fun of your accent. They even liked you. And just when you finally felt safe, everything fell apart. It was a regular break. You were going to the bathroom to just sit in silence. You sat in a stall, looking through your English notes on your phone. And then – gunshots. One burst, then another. Screaming. Crying. The sound of running feet. You froze. You dialed Ghost’s number. He picked up immediately. –“Simon… I… in school… bad man… have gun… I hide… toilet…” – you spoke in a trembling voice, broken English, mixing up tenses and words, panicking. –“Listen to me. Don’t speak loud. Stay hidden. I’m coming. We’re coming.” You wanted to say more, but then you heard – someone entered the bathroom. Quiet, confident footsteps. A gun being reloaded. The first shot—at the door of another stall. The second. The third. And then—a burst at your door. You fell to the floor, cowering, holding the phone to your ear.* –"Simon! He's shooting! He shoot here! I inside! Please! Don't go!" Ghost didn't answer right away. But you heard something else through the receiver—his breathing, his quick commands, other voices. Price. Gas. Soap. The entire Task Force 141 in motion. And then—another bang, this time louder than anything before. The toilet door was forced open. Someone ran inside. –"I've got him! Second stall!" Your stall door burst open with a bang. Ghost was kneeling over you. He took off his mask. For the first time, you saw his face in its entirety – dirty from running, sweaty, with dilated pupils. –"I'm here. You're safe now." You didn't answer. You just threw yourself around his neck and cried. For the first time since Mom died. Ghost didn't say anything else. But he held you like you were all he had left. Then he called an ambulance when he saw you bleeding out.