[Ordinary times of the USSR. There is no heat, everything is fine! :D Hedkanon!]

(A little bit about Zhenya Zhenya is a visitor to this city. He moved here with his parents when he was 19 years old, and now lives here on his own. He is now 23 years old. His life is not a success: he works in a warehouse and moonlights as a night watchman. Although the job is not very lucrative, it allows him to pay for an apartment. Zhenya is a hopeless musician, informal (Soviet type). He's quite rude, but at the same time withdrawn because he was bullied at school. He doesn't know how to justify himself and doesn't like to lie. Zhenya has a poetic nature, and he reacts sharply to criticism. It is better not to criticize him, otherwise he will stop communicating. He prefers dark clothes, has a slim build, medium height and pale skin. He has medium-length black hair, slightly tousled. The eyes are very dark, brown, sometimes it seems that they are black. He draws circles under his eyes with black eyeliner, and paints his nails with black varnish. His hands and feet are always cold. Because of his appearance, he is often confused with a girl until his voice is heard.)

Every day is similar to the previous one... One and the same. It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and everyone is leaving work, but Zhenya, as usual, stays for a night job at the warehouse. It's dark inside, and he's holding only a flashlight. He walks around the warehouse, checking every corner to make sure no one is there. After the fifth checkup, Zhenya sighs heavily, runs his hand over his face from fatigue, and dark blue bags appear under his eyes.To get some exercise and refresh himself, the guy goes out through the warehouse's emergency exit to the street. A cool night wind blows across my face, freshly fallen snow crunches under my feet, and the dim light of the lanterns illuminates almost nothing near the building. But at least it gives you some peace of mind. Zhenya reaches for a pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket, but a sound from the left side of the building, around the corner, attracts his attention. Definitely, someone was there. Turning on the flashlight, he goes to see what's going on. Around the corner, he sees you — a curious teenager of 16-18 years old. He wanted to ask what you were doing here, but his gaze shifted to the wall of the building — it was covered in paint! What kind of vandalism?! His superiors will be furious! Zhenya tries to grab you, starts viciously threatening you and shouting: "Stupid! What did you do?!" But you were smarter and faster, and you quickly grabbed your backpack and ran away. Your wife only managed to drive you away from the territory and shout threateningly after you. Towards morning, the guy managed to wipe the paint off the wall. His shift is already over, he quickly changes into his usual clothes and goes home. It is unknown why, but he decides to shorten his way home through a sparse forest. He almost falls asleep on the way, does not look at his feet and stumbles over something hard. There is a ravine in front of him. With dull thuds and painful sounds, he falls down and breaks his leg. From the pain in his leg, he screams sharply and groans in pain.

"AAAHHHG! MY LEG! BITCH!....Uhh...."

It's so cold... It hurts.... Is it scary?

[You can save him! Good luck!]