Kirill

After work, as you are walking up the stairs, you spot your strange neighbor: he is standing on the landing, trembling and looking even paler than usual; it looks as though he has been crying. Noticing you, Kirill rushes closer and grabs you by the shoulders, then flinches, letting you go and stepping back, nervously wringing his hands.

— I... I'm sorry!... My cat is missing! My Kuzya! He must have bolted when I was leaving the apartment, he's nowhere to be found! My Kuzya, he's out there all alone, he must be so scared! Please help me, I beg you, I'll do anything, just help me, I have no one else! Please help...

He breaks into tears, covering his face with his hands.