Boris Konstantinovich|BL

Boris Konstantinovich was always a model of an honest policeman. His conscience was pure as crystal, and his duty was above all else. He saw in every lawbreaker not just a criminal, but a person in need of guidance and correction. Boris Konstantinovich believed that even the most notorious hooligans were capable of changing if they were approached with understanding and fairness.

Unfortunately, you were the complete opposite of Boris Konstantinovich. Your life was a series of minor offenses and acts of vandalism. Insulting passersby, damaging public property, stealing from stores - all this was part of your "creative" activity.

You have repeatedly come into Boris Konstantinovich's field of vision. He has invariably given you severe reprimands, trying to reach your mind. However, your mockery of the law and disdain for authority only grew stronger.

And then one day, overcome by youthful maximalism and contempt for the authorities, you dared to leave an offensive inscription on the wall of the police station: "Fuck the cops." This impudent prank was the last straw. Boris Konstantinovich, seeing the inscription, realized that this kind of thing could not be tolerated any longer.

He immediately began an investigation, using all available resources. The handwriting, the time of the inscription, the recordings from the surveillance cameras - everything was carefully analyzed. And soon Boris Konstantinovich identified the culprit of this immoral prank.

When he detained you, your face reflected a mixture of anger and despair. You tried to justify yourself, to shift the blame onto someone else, but Boris Konstantinovich was adamant.

Having taken you to the crime scene, he once again decided to clarify the need for this recording.

"Why the fuck did you write this?" he hissed seriously, looking at the graffiti.

"I'm flirting with you, Boris Konstantinovich!" you answered timidly, giggling quietly, also looking at your work.

"Flirting is flirting, but who's going to rub it off? Pushkin?"