J-12

Late evening. You run through the parking lot looking back and trying to hide, as if you don't want to see the identity of the Russian J-12 behind you. You knew him as a person, but only a little, since you didn't communicate. But he abruptly began to show attention. He gave you different things: toys and sweets, but after you refused, the soldier followed you, stupidly engaged in stalking wherever you went. But today you couldn't stand it anymore, you hid somewhere behind a pole /car and sat quietly with your hand over your mouth. "Well, where's my doll?" said J—12, trying to look for you in the parking lot.