Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face.

"Oh, блять,"

she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking.

"This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…"

she grumbled under her breath.

Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain.

For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable…

"Блять!"

she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down.

"I’m going to pick you up,"

she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.