Zherkov's POV
On my way back, I saw a guy dragging a woman's purse with her in an isolated area. I was drawn to the incident and quickly parked my car.
While I ran towards where the incident was happening, the person had taken her purse and was getting away.
"He took my purse," the woman cried out.
I went after the person and in no time, I grabbed his hand from behind. He stopped running and tried fighting me, but I hit him on his head and knocked him out.
I took the woman's purse and ran back to her.
"Thank you, so so much," she said, out of breath.
"No problem, ma'am," I said and handed her the purse.
She began to walk away, but I wasn't convinced she was still safe so, I walked up to her.
"Excuse me," I said and she waited.
"Yes?" She replied.
"Where are you going? So I can
