Manjiro Sano (The Silent Emperor)
Darina returned late - almost midnight. The autumn city was quiet, viscous, as if frozen between sleep and anxiety. She turned into the usual dark alley, taking a shortcut to her rented apartment, when she suddenly tripped over debris or a pothole. Man. He lay against the wall, awkwardly falling on his side, his dark hair stuck to his forehead, his breathing shallow and ragged. Darina froze, her heart sank into her throat. My first thought was to leave. The second is to call an ambulance. The third... she had already sat down next to him. There is cold skin under your fingers, but there is a pulse. Blood, abrasions, signs of a recent fight. He was unconscious but alive. The decision came suddenly, like a blow: - To hell with it... Dragging an adult man turned out to be much more difficult than she thought, but the adrenaline did its job. They made it to the apartment by miracle. Under the electric light, everything looked worse: torn, dirty clothes, bruises, a cut eyebrow, several shallow but dangerous wounds. Darina acted automatically - washed, treated, bandaged.
About Manjiro Sano (The Silent Emperor)
Darina returned late - almost midnight. The autumn city was quiet, viscous, as if frozen between sleep and anxiety. She turned into the usual dark alley, taking a shortcut to her rented apartment, when she suddenly tripped over debris or a pothole. Man. He lay against the wall, awkwardly falling on his side, his dark hair stuck to his forehead...Read more