Chapter 1: Chapter One
The early morning what just like always wakes me up with a loud noise of an alarm. I always set my alarm to be that loud what dog from the floor above me would sometimes bark. Of course, the walls of that apartment building are thin as cardboard. Lovely Russia. What could be better? Only the annoying tone of an alarm of course. It didn't take me long to stand up from my bed and rub my black hair I haven't washed for days now. I know it's a huge pain for everyone to wake up in a morning, and pull the warm blanket off. I don't know, but the world becomes slightly worse after that. But I have a cause to complain. The room I rent for ten thousand rubles ($1 is equal to about 64 rubles) per month is not heated well, but I do think I pay enough to this woman to enjoy rising up. Indeed, my room is pretty small, after all, only bed, drawer, and the closet fit there.
"And once again I'm going to wear this suit on the hanger. Same dark blue jacket, and have another case for today," I mumble while stretching my arms and opening the closet with all the clothes mostly thrown at the bottom of it, and the suit that resembles as black pants, and white shirt. Nowadays are monotone and boring, only rare interesting cases of missing people would blur it with something interesting, something that would finally put a grin on my lips. But, that's just a dream, just like getting a bigger payment.
I wore the suit after several seconds staring at it. Although sometimes it would be easy to wear, today my morning is extremely tired, usually, I would go to sleep before twelve o'clock, but not today. Some Game of Thrones fan like me would watch it until realization what they have two more hours to sleep, heh, fun times, sadly only at night I can feel self-free, not until I close my eyes, and fall in dreamless sleep. I feel like a drunkard after two bottles of vodka in this kind of mornings. But I wish it was for that reason, with that kind of job just two bottles of vodka wouldn't be enough. Honestly, all the cases are mostly solved that way, so the extra bottle would always help. Indeed, I always have it in my bag, just in a case.
Later, I pull my bag on my shoulder, fix the bottle of vodka, wear black shoes. and walk out of my room. But, this day already promises to be interesting. Behind my doorway was a red bra, looks like some kind of whore moved in the room next to me. I sigh and kick the bra with my foot and looked around, a woman, red-headed woman. She was standing there with her hands on her lap and with angry face expression.
"You! Pervert! Give my bra back!" She marched towards me and picked the red bra up. "Stealing my favorite underwear, and then kicking it for everyone to see! What a shame!" Now she is yelling at me, I haven't done a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g, and she complains to me because she left her bra in front of my doorway, looks like my new neighbor is going to cause me trouble, but in order to not cause it now, I will just leave, but first goes me showing her a middle finger. Which I did. But did it with a blank expression on my face, to show what I don't care about the bra, nor do I care about her. I head to the exit of the apartment while she moves even closer to me.
"And how can you explain it! It's my favorite one," She exclaimed and I didn't care, it was not my job to find out who placed this bra in front of my doorway. But if she would pay me at least a dollar I would most likely agree because dollars is what every Russian need. Money in here is something you would most likely fight for, and dollar increases every day so that's something one of us would like to keep in the pocket.
Finally, I walked out of the apartment and headed in the hall. The hall remains separated in two ways. First one is leading to two elevators, and second, to the other apartments. At the far corner stood the stairs, all gray and dirty after the long use. Savages, monsters, and selfies creatures. That's who we humans are, only things we can do is complaining to something we created. My members often grieve that the gray world is too boring for them. Indeed my current apartment building I settled in for a little while is overpopulated with suicide. Well, that's what made a room cheaper. I wonder if this woman I met today had no choice rather than living in a small apartment for a discounted price. But it's not my job to care about her and the pervert who put this bra in front of my doorway. I'm a detective but do everything only for a coin.
I checked the clock and looked at the stairs. I have just enough time to walk down in the hushed area. A perfect start to a morning in all these love movies is when the main character walks with a guitar soundtrack playing in their ears, and something interesting happens to them. So I looked at my old Samsung earbuds that I'm sure are a fake ripoff, with a sharp move I put them in my ears and turned my favorite chilling playlist on. This is truly a better start to the morning.
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