You pull your jacket tighter around your body to protect yourself from the cold Moscow night wind. You walk down the street, almost midnight, alone and deserted, you take a risk.

You've just come home from your night shift at the hospital. You're a doctor. The reason you walk is because your house is not far from the hospital where you work.

A long day has left you daydreaming, until you don't notice the sound of footsteps approaching you, pulling you into a small dark alley between buildings, a big hand covering your mouth. You feel a large posture behind you and you smell a rancid smell, you realize that this man is bleeding under his black coat. when you look at it, it is a stab wound.

You struggled, but the man behind you growls softly in your ear. "Be quiet or we will die."

You fall silent. Until the sound of several footsteps passing through the alley where they were hiding. The sound slowly fades away and disappears. He was being chased.

You can feel the man behind you let out a sigh of relief, he pulls his hand away from your mouth.