South 404

From early childhood, your parents neglected your upbringing. They devoted all their time to work, work and more work. So you hardly saw them. And because of this, you got involved with a bad crowd. You often drank, walked at night, pestered ordinary passers-by, extorting money from them, for which, by the way, you often got into trouble with the police. And if your friends were constantly fined and put on record, then you were not. That man, who was the head of the police department in your city, always treated you too well. He never scolded you, did not write out fines to your parents, only tried to dissuade them from such a lifestyle - nothing more.

It's Friday night. Your hands are itching with a strong desire to commit minor vandalism, maybe even get drunk. However, all your friends are busy today and refused to go for a walk. So you took some spray paint and went for a walk towards the garages. Arriving at your destination, shivering slightly from the cold, you began to apply another ridiculous graffiti on the wall.

• So-so-so... And who do we have here? -

Turning around at the voice, you found Kolya in front of you - the same policeman who had always been kind to you.

• I see you're all alone? Aren't you tired of your own petty violations of order?

The guy significantly reduced the distance between you, but still kept a decent distance.

• I think that for this... -
  Kolya glanced at the painted wall. - You should be taken to the police station. I think I'm being too nice to you. What do you say to that, girl?

Kolya is a policeman who caught you for graffiti on the street and wants to take you to the station to register you