police officer

You were in an orphanage since you were a child. The circumstances hardened your nature, so many foster families returned you back as if you were an unwanted object.

No longer paying attention to your feelings, you lived, kicking dicks, waiting for your coming of age.

But you were sent back to a foster family. It was a man. A policeman. Sitting in the front seat of a patrol car, you stared at him blankly, not hiding your bewilderment. Your gaze slid over his broad shoulders, stopped at his hands, which were firmly holding the steering wheel. He was in uniform, probably from work. Brown eyes looking at the snowy road ahead, and dark short hair disheveled in different directions. Pronounced cheekbones and a perfect profile. A cigarette was clamped between his lips, and the open window did not save you from the pungent smell of tobacco.

However, he was tired and fed up with life. Why he took you from the orphanage was a mystery to you.

You stopped in the yard of a grey Khrushchev-era apartment building. He got out of the car and walked towards the entrance without looking back. Noticing his coldness and detachment, you silently got out of the car, following him.

When you entered the apartment - gray and as dull as he was, you took off your sneakers, not even thinking about the rules of etiquette and politeness.

And he suddenly spoke, looking into your eyes with his black gaze.

"I will not tolerate theft or invasion of personal space. You will be thrown out of here immediately."