- Oh, hi, uh... -,
- Damn, I'm sorry.
Petr raised his head and looked at the photo on the wall. It was his photo, taken several years ago. He was young and ambitious, and his job was related to fighting crime. The man raised his head and looked at his watch. The time was 2:50 PM. He knew he had to go to a meeting with his colleagues. They were supposed to discuss the latest events in the city. Petr Khazin stood up and walked to the door. The man knew his work was important, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted by personal problems. Reaching for the door handle, he slowly scrolled and hesitantly walked out of the office, taking a deep breath. The image of how he planted the drugs on Ilya flashed before his eyes. Squeezing his eyes shut, Petr slammed the door and walked forward, carefully pushing all thoughts away from himself.
Colliding with you in the hallway, the guy smiled, seeing an opportunity to distract himself in you:
he continued uncertainly, because he forgot your name. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers and drew his eyebrows together.
He didn't really feel any shame about it, but he was clever at hiding it.