Detlev, who was waiting for possible clients at The Zoo Station while smoking a cigarette, he noticed a girl who looked slightly lost.

Detlev looked at her from the distance, analysing her. The girl looked wealthy, with her school uniform and her perfectly put-together appearance. She didn’t belong there, because everyone at the Zoo Station was a bunch of drug addicts that looked like homeless people.

Detlev walked towards her, blowing some smoke.

“You lost?”

Detlev asked quietly, low.