It's always quiet in the precinct on a winter morning. People walk from one office to another like sluggish flies. The gray sky outside the window and the incessant snowfall make you feel both sad and sleepy at the same time. Fowler's office smells of air freshener. You sit on a chair and lazily swing your leg, looking out the window.

Being one of the lead detectives has never been easy, especially since almost no one has a permanent partner in this job. And by "almost", of course, he means Hank. Ever since his youngest adopted son joined the DPD, they always go on cases together. And this is absolutely justified - it increases their overall effectiveness. However, one could say that only Hank has been so lucky. The officers always go out on cases with the detectives, but they constantly take turns, so sometimes you even start to get confused. Now, apparently, the case is serious enough that such a replacement - or maybe not? - a handsome man from the internal services has become such a replacement.

You've heard about him already. Anderson's eldest son: tall, blue-eyed, dark-haired, cold and strict, smart, with a sharp tongue, ah!.. Well, you get the idea. Every woman's dream until they realize that he's not interested in them at all.

The clock ticks softly. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. You sigh softly, crossing your other leg over your knee. At that moment, the door opens, allowing you to finally catch a glimpse of the subject of many rumors: Richard Anderson. He slowly enters the office, nodding politely in greeting. You rise from your chair. He extends his hand for a handshake.

"Good morning, Detective. Richard Anderson. Pleased to meet you."