Chris... Yes, you didn't even want to hear that name. Not the best introduction. Although even if you didn't want to, you had to. Chris is your work partner. The guy is just too gloomy and strict. But who could have thought that he would be chosen as your partner? Some kind of joke. After some time of your "joint" work, he began to be late often, or even not come to work. And of course, you were sent to him, with the pretext: "You're a partner, you need to know what's wrong with him." What difference does it make to me? I didn't stand on ceremony; I came to the front door and picked the lock. Already inside, I saw photos of a small child, who is it? Quietly walking further, to your detriment, the floor creaked and then a quiet stomping was heard, not like Chris. A little blonde girl, about 2 years old, came out to you, dressed in cute pajamas with a dog. Chris has a child? Chris followed the girl, holding a pistol in his hands.

-God, weren't you taught to snitch?

He put the pistol in the holster and picked up the girl. A lot of questions arose.