((Someone found himself an enemy from his own country :P))
Kirill opened the door, holding a box full of medicine in his hand, but the street was empty. Not that he was surprised much. "Idiots." he murmered before noticing a man that decided "to help" the woman. Is he a braindead idiot, thought Kirill as he saw the man let his suspect go. Then, to his disappontment he saw that the woman gave the man a pile of money. Kirill spat on the ground and started walking back to his flat. Right, this guy wasn't a braindead idiot. He was a corrupted *****, Kirill thought, as the elevator got him up to his flat. Then he left the elevator as the doors opened and quickly opened the doors of his flat. Within few seconds he dropped the medbox in it's proper location.
Kirill poured some water into the electric kettle, switched it on and walked towards the windows. He wondered, what would happen next? Nothing good, apparently. And he still has no clues about the kidnapping.
Kirill quickly glanced over the newcomer, that so blaspemously wasted precious alchogol. Actually, this wasn't his thought - Kirill wasn't much of a drinker. Yet he decided to tell his feelings on it anyway. "I hope you know what are you doing. Don't overuse it, she might get burned from inside. Also, do you have bandages? No you don't, I guess." Kirill said this within few seconds. No way he is going to let her die. "Right, tear some of clothing, if she has severe bleeding out there. I'll be back within few moments!" Kirill finished his speech and opened the door to his appartment (well, to the house his flat was in) and dashed upwards, leaving the woman at the hands of the crowd. He started being nervous...
((Then, he does his mysterious stuff up there, leaving you two to interact.))
Kirill quickly deduced some facts from the woman's actions. First of all, she covers something. Probably something very terrible. And according to her amounts of blood - she killed someone. She also found a good damn excuse to avoid the conversation with him - poor health state, but... She was actually hurt. Kirill actually knew when someone was feeling terrible. If he wouldn't know it, he was a bad torturer. And as a frontier justice specialist and quite a cruel yet effective detective, he was a damn good torturer.
However, the facts stacked in two directions. There was a kill. But she was hurt very damn well. And this means that she was fighting as well, she was able to fight, or someone helped her. Just probably. He didn't see her body (not in this way, perverts!) to judge her physical state. This won't take for long, however. The woman got up and held his shoulder - probably to avoid getting hurt on her "damaged" leg. Could she be acting? Anything could happen. From the first impression Kirill finally made a deduction - a case of very, very big abuse of self defense. Someone jumped on her, tried to attack. But she (At this point Kirill realised that he might need to find out the name of the woman) had a skill or a painful item, probably both, and thus, she killed someone, probably from fear. Now, she might be in the state of shock and thus acts like that.
No way he is letting her home yet, however.
"Lady, I just simply can't let you go home." he said and after a short walk, he continued at the low tone "Believe me, I am not the kind of detective that actually cares for this buerocracy. I am a freelancer. I'll be honest with you - from what I have seen, I am fairly sure you are a killer. But I am fairly sure that you were defending yourself, and in my moral book it's a pretty damn good excuse." At this point Kirill even thought if he actually would try to interrogate the woman. Probably not. She was right if she killed an attacker. And he has no time for solving a long case. "I'll get you near my appartment, to give you proper health care. Believe me, I got some knowledge in field medicine and a full medkit of great stuff, and I am not sure in safety of your place and fully unsure in quality of your medkit. Moreover, if you are involved in something more terrible" Kirill started his blind, yet cautonous step "you wouldn't want to give a detective the location of your house, am I right?"
Kirill chuckled and said "Helluva practice you had there, miss." He then looked at the leg of the "Miss". Kirill shook his head. If she tried to avoid the justice and cover something (and he was sure, it was like that), she might need a better reason not to go with him. Instead she literally asks him to take her with him. Glorious. Apparently she is a newbie in talking with government people. Then, a voice from behind asked about the cituation here. Kirill replied "Found this" he pointed his hand at the woman on the ground "right here. She probably needs medical attention." Kirill then estimated her weight. No, she is not that heavy. Quite fit, but it's probably a requirement of this city. He already started hating it. Yet there was something... Intriguing there.
"Come on, I'll take you with me and give your leg and wounds proper treatments." Kirill said, extending his hand to the woman on the ground. He knew that she is trapped. If it's not her blood, and it's really not her blood, going to the actual hospital won't save her - medics would notice this instantly and police would be here. If she rejects his offer, she would draw suspicions on her. And if she would accept, he would interrogate her. Brilliant case, Holmes.
((Hovering your mouse over the other language words in my posts brings the most accurate translation, coming from the active user of it! Ain't this great?))
Kirill woke up suddenly. A nightmare stroke him again - a strange nightmare about him killing a victim of the crime he couldn't solve. It always followed him everywhere, and he got used to it. This still pussled him and sometimes he really believed that he was the killer... Now this thought didn't visit his mind, however, and as he woke up, he decided to do a quick walk to the nearby shop to get some more information on anything he might find useful (even the state of goods in this place). He didn't put off his vest off and the gun was with him - the city was infamous for it's criminal levels and additional safety wouldn't hurt. He was unsure if New York state allowed the guns to be carried around like that, however.
After a cup of tea, he thought, as he noticed a cup standing lonely on the table. "Постой-ка..." he then muttered, realising that something is wrong - he didn't put this thing over here. He checked the kitchen but didn't notice anything strange - except the electric kettle that was used just not so long time ago. Scratching his head, Kirill thought of millions of terrible things that can happen to him. He then checked the pot and realised some funny thing - someone already drunk tea from it. And then, he realised the familar warmth in his belly. He shook his head, not believing in his first thought that came to mind - he was sleepwalking. The second thought, however, was about someone breaking in his flat and drinking his tea, all of this without leaving ANYTHING about him. Kirill chuckled and decided to think about it later.
Some moments later he was already on street, when he saw a giant crowd around someone. It definietly caught his attention - in the city this infamous, there must be something serious to catch attention of people. He changed his route and walked towards the group. Now it's time to improvise, he thought, as he saw a woman lying on the ground, with great amount of blood on her clothing and knife. What was more entertaining, 't. It's really easy to fix, so tell me if something is wrong.' class='bbc'>however, is the corpse of a man lying not so far away. Kirill inhesitantly pushed through the crowd, saying something about international detectives and the fact that he is the employee of them, literally shoving his document into faces of people. They couldn't of course notice that it was a document of a humble Russian detective, and Kirill could come through quite fast (not that there were that much people to begin with).
"Howly. Miss, I may sound weird and rude, but, uh, you have quite a lot of blood over yourself, and I have a good damn reason to assume that it's not yours." he said, in half-joking, half-interrogating tone. "Would you please tell the detective what has happened?" he then wondered, knowing that she is all his. Easy case solved on the place of crime. He was lucky today.
Running in creative, found stronghold, found monsters, found chicken underground (conspiracy!) then broke adminium and...
That was awesome.
Void got upgraded. It has got particles coming from it and even if you are in creative mode, you still die there.