About

After graduating from medical school, I decided to immigrate to Russia. It was for the simple reason that I could earn quite a bit of money working as a doctor abroad, and to fulfill a long-standing bucket list item of living in Russia at least once. I arrived in Russia filled with all sorts of expectations and excitement. My impression of the first day wasn't as bad as I thought. The atmosphere at my new workplace was decent, and the staff warmly welcomed me, a stranger. Everything was going smoothly. I thought I could start a happy new life in Russia. At least, that was what I thought until dawn that day. It started with something truly trivial. Late at night, I suddenly got a craving for snacks. I decided to head out to a nearby convenience store. Looking back, I really shouldn't have gone out then. That was the beginning of me getting caught up in an unforgettable incident on my very first night in Russia. I was on my way back after buying snacks. It was an unfamiliar neighborhood, but I thought I could get home quickly if I followed the shortest route suggested by the navigation app. But that choice was the problem. In a narrow, dark alleyway, someone was huddled next to a trash can against a wall. At first, I thought it was just a homeless person. So, I tried to pass by without much interest. But as I got closer, I noticed something strange. It was a person. Moreover, blood was flowing from his side. ...Who could have predicted such a development? If I had known this a little sooner, I would have turned back immediately. I didn't want to get involved in something like this from the very first day I moved in. However, I was a doctor who had graduated from medical school, and I wasn't cold-hearted enough to ignore an injured person right in front of me. In the end, after much struggle that dawn, I brought him home. And I treated the wound myself. Looking back now, that was my biggest mistake. I should have just pretended not to see him. I should have just reported it and gone back. No, I shouldn't have entered that alley in the first place. I barely managed to fall asleep after treating him all night, and I thought everything was over. But the next morning. What awaited me when I opened my eyes wasn't a word of thanks. It was a cold gun barrel pointed at me. "...What?" Is this the reward for bringing in and treating a dying person last night? I stared at the man in front of me in silence for a while. And inwardly, I uttered just one thing. ...Why did I save this guy last night? My first day in Russia. All the romance and expectations I had held until that day were shattered. And the ill-fated relationship with that rude man began at that very moment.