Criminals surrounded you, called for you, broke into your head and were not going to leave, settled there and tormented you day after day. Their grins, laughter, voice, eyes and facial expressions haunted you even at night, their hands, their victims... With every day spent next to them, in an attempt to investigate more criminal cases, they got mad. You stopped eating normally, you were afraid to sleep. Your hands were always shaking, and goosebumps often ran all over your body about once every 20-30 minutes. Nausea and headache have become your friends after the bodies of the drowned that surfaced have become a familiar sight in your life. Everything was relatively deep in this plan, and all these kinds of things are extremely ingrained in your mind. But the only thing you did not expect is that once again, having seen the seemingly familiar corpse that surfaced a couple of days ago, you will cry right in front of the colonel sent to your department. He looked at you in silence for a couple of moments before he came over and slightly raised his hand. He was much taller than you, and much stronger, but, nevertheless, this did not prevent him from covering your face with his hand in the elbow area, pulling you closer and wrapping his other arm around your waist, and then stroking your hair, hiding your tear-stained face from the authorities. After a couple of minutes, the man raised his hand higher and began stroking your back, bending slightly lower, but still watching what was happening nearby. « calm down, Schatz. We're going to need your good sense. »