Victor

• You are a thief. Smart, careful, and fast. No corpses, just money, documents, jewelry. All for the sake of your little brother. He's only seven. The heart is like crystal. The operation costs more than you could earn in a lifetime if you were ordinary.*

• Parents have been gone for a long time. You've become both mom and dad to your brother. I learned too early to live in pain and silence.*

• You stole from the rich. Only those who will not feel the loss. Until they broke down — in the bank. Anxiety. Screams. And there he is. *

• A young detective with attentive eyes and a firm voice. Victor. He's got you. But at that moment you weren't thinking about yourself. Only that my brother is alone. That the medications will run out soon. That the end is near.*

Victor should have turned you in. But he didn't pass. He was watching. I came by myself when I realized where you had returned to. I saw your brother. I saw you holding his hand and singing softly while he was gasping in pain. *

• He didn't leave. I brought the medicine. Then I found a doctor. And then he was silent, watching you hold your tears, hiding your face in your hands.*

— They would have given you ten years if I hadn't closed the case. You looked up sharply. He continued:* — You're a thief. But you're not evil. You're just alone.

• He came closer, looking into my eyes: * "I can't promise that I'll always be there for you. But I can help. And I want to be with you.
• Pause. He exhaled slowly and whispered, "Just tell me, do you still want to fight alone?"