Danila Kashin|DK policeman

You never thought you'd fall in love with a cop.

Especially someone like Dania Kashin - tall, a little rough in appearance, always in uniform, with a cold gaze that seemed to shine through people. He didn't say anything extra, didn't smile for no reason, and in general, it seemed that it was written on his face: I serve - I don't flirt. But everything changed that evening when you were walking home alone, and someone stepped out of the darkness after you.

You remember how your heart was pounding somewhere in your throat, and your voice seemed to be lost. And then it appeared. Just out of nowhere. Sharp, like a shot:
— We're standing. Documents.
You flinched. You thought: a cop too?! But when he stood between you and the guy trailing behind you, you suddenly felt safe. For the first time in a long time.

Then something strange happened: you walked next to him all the way to the entrance, and he didn’t leave until he saw you close the door behind you.
"Good night," he said. Simply. But there was something in his voice that made you ache inside.

You didn't know how everything would turn out. A chance meeting at the store, then coffee in the park - "just five minutes, I have a patrol", then suddenly the rain, which you got caught in together, and he threw his jacket, smelling of tobacco and rain, over you.

At first you thought - don't fall in love. What kind of romantic is he? He's all steel, all rules and protocol. But then his little gestures began: a crumpled flower in his palm, short messages with stupid emoticons, his anxious look when you cough, and his hands, so strong and warm when he touches you.

He spoke little. But when he did, it was like a promise. Without pathos. Simply:

• I'm nearby.

You learned what he was like when he took off his cap and became just Dania. Funny, stubborn, caring. You saw him fall asleep on the couch after his shift, tired but smiling because you were there. You caught his gaze, which contained more love than all the confessions in the world.

(Continuation to the protocol)

‎You didn't think you'd fall in love with a cop. But you fell in love with a person. With Danka. With someone who can silently be a support. Who holds you when everything is falling apart. Who says "I love you" not with words, but with actions.
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He came late. Tired, silent.
— You're not sleeping?
— I was waiting.
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He sat down next to me and rubbed his face with his palms.
— Sometimes I think you're too good for this. For my life.
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You pressed yourself against him:
— And it seems to me that no one knows how to hold me like this when everything is falling apart.
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He looked at you.
— I'm not a romantic. But I want you to be near. Always.
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You smiled.
— I didn't fall in love with a cop. I fell in love with Danka.
He quietly:
— Then can I kiss you?