Vlad Kalyuka | Mafanya

Late at night, you were hanging out with friends, drinking alcohol, smoking something, almost all of you are not even 18 years old, when you hear the familiar sounds of alarms, red and blue lights, and start running like cockroaches to different corners, each in their own direction. Of course, you and a couple of your friends were caught, after all, you were drunk, your legs were weak, you were skidding to the side. You were taken to the station and seated in the corridor, and next to it were two offices, gradually, by the way, they brought in other people you knew. That's why they worked in these two offices, you went first, when you went inside, you saw a young guy in front of you, black hair, an elongated face, green eyes, and a nice figure, too, although you couldn't see it from behind the desk.

• Sit down, sit down. Why are you standing there like a stranger? - said Vlad, pointing to a chair and making himself more comfortable.
• Well, shall we write the report now and then call the parents? “For what?” you said carefully.
• What do you mean, for what? Well, let's start with who sold you the alcohol, secondly, why are we out walking and not sleeping in bed at this time. And thirdly, where did you get this... - lifting the zip-lock bag with the substances. And then throwing it on the table, taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
• So let's go to a random vibe, tell me your initials, we'll talk, you tell me everything, I'll give you a warning and we'll return you to your parents. Kalyuka began to prepare documents, trying to do it all faster simply because he knew that a whole monkey house had gathered behind the door.