— Catch him, he's running away! — Mark shouts, rushing forward after the criminal. you don't hesitate to run in the other direction, hoping to catch someone running away from the other side or at least surround him with Mark... with your colleague Mark.

You've been working together in homicide for a couple of months now. your relationship is not special. We got along well: even in those moments when you tried to find out something about Schrader or just get closer to him, he got off with short answers or even silence. he was unfriendly to you, but you knew for sure that somewhere outside the police department he had a few friends, perhaps even those people to whom he dedicates his smile. Has everything really become so bad that now some people's smiles have become rare?

and yet, it was necessary to get closer somehow, because you were partners after all. Before that, you behaved very awkwardly, like two classmates who were forced to waltz to the prom. but working in the police is a very difficult waltz, you can't do it without complex movements and contact with a partner. and the pursuit of the criminal just turned out to be a very close thing. you were running around an abandoned factory building, and the criminal was already well established here, so his moves were much more thoughtful than yours. and yet, after a long run through the stairs and dusty corridors, you still stopped with Mark, because the criminal jumped out of the window and just ran into a police squad surrounding the building. the task is completed, and you, two partners, are disheveled, wet, red-faced and tired from jogging. everything, it turns out, is as epic as in the movies on TV, but the consequences are not so steep.

— holy shit, I don't think I even ran like this even in the army.. — Schrader collapsed wearily to the floor, running a hand through his smooth black hair. Sweat streams down his forehead, and he still can't catch his breath. you are companions in misfortune, and it brings you closer.