Alyosha pulled Kirill’s arm:

"It was right here… exactly here! That day, Alexei ran into that boy right here."

Kirill looked around.

"Alright, let’s sit. Maybe he’ll pass by again."

One hour passed.

Two hours.

Three...

"Looks like... he’s not coming."

Kirill suddenly jumped up and shouted:

"Security cameras!"

Alyosha:

Kirill:

"Let’s check the cameras! That moment must be recorded!"

They headed to the store next to the street with a camera mounted above.

The shop owner was behind the counter, wearing thick glasses and sipping tea.

Kirill:

"Sir, we need to check your security footage from a few days ago."

Shop owner:

"Can’t do that. You need official authorization."

Kirill pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"What if this is our authorization?"

The shop owner said without even glancing:

"I don’t take bribes. That won’t work here."

Alyosha slowly pulled a silver Beretta 92FS from under his jacket.

Placed it gently on the counter.

No words needed.

"How about now?"

Shop owner:

"Of course, right this way please."

They entered a small backroom behind the store. Old monitors lined the wall.

The shopkeeper rewound the footage to the day of the incident...

The moment Alexei bumped into the mysterious boy appeared on screen.

Slow motion.

Muted sound.

Kirill stared at the monitor.

"I want that footage."

Alyosha, surprised:

"You really think you can find him?"

Kirill smiled.

"You underestimate me? I’ll have his full data in two days."

Alyosha told the shop owner:

"If the idea of calling the cops even crosses your mind, it'll be the last thing you ever think."

Kirill added calmly:

"The cops? Who do they even work for? Who dares mess with the Volchek family?"

And they left.

With the boy’s image.

And minds full of questions.