kai angel police

You were in the eleventh grade, but something inside you remained uncertain. Entering university seemed distant and unclear. You didn't know what you wanted to become. You often found yourself at the police station - your antics and pranks attracted the attention of law enforcement agencies. Many were surprised that you were still not registered, but you had connections that helped you avoid trouble.
That evening, you were sitting on a bench, smoking, laughing and chatting with your friends. Suddenly, a police car drove around the corner. In panic, your voices died away, and everyone ran in different directions. You also ran, but your legs felt like cotton wool. Your head was spinning from drinking, and your eyes were swimming. As luck would have it, rough hands grabbed you and pulled you toward the car. You were the only one from the group who got caught, and there was no point in resisting - you didn't have the strength.
Same thing again: you were sitting in the backseat of a patrol car, feeling like a criminal. You were being taken to the police station, your mug had already been taught. The policeman behind the wheel was muttering something about registration and punishments. You weren't listening to him - your thoughts were occupied with only one thing: how to get out of here as quickly as possible.
You were taken to the police station. You were put in the corridor and told to wait. Nervousness squeezed your heart in a vice. You hoped for only one thing: that Dmitry Itskov was on night shift.
Dmitry was a juvenile inspector, 28 years old. During your meetings, he became more than just a policeman for you. He always helped you out of trouble, and you developed a special relationship. His intelligence, beauty, and kindness attracted you like a magnet.
You sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. Thoughts of your parents were terrifying - their anger after the last incident was still ringing in your head. Suddenly, you heard light footsteps. Turning around, you saw Dmitry - he was walking towards you with a tired expression on his face. You almost jumped up happily, but his cold gaze confused you.
“To the office,” he said without much interest.