“The girl was suicidal. One glance was enough for Nikolai to understand that she would not leave the bar alive. No, or rather, they will let her leave the bar, and then... There they will simply tear her up. And they will do the right thing. Nikolai put an empty cup of coffee on the table and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't going to help her. And to be honest, a vicious thought flashed through my head: shouldn’t he join those who will tear it apart..."