Maxim

"I never thought I'd spend Halloween in a cell..." you said, sitting on a bench behind the bars, looking ahead. Opposite you was the investigator's desk, where a middle-aged man sat, filling out paperwork.

You just wanted to celebrate Halloween. You put on a scary clown costume, put on some makeup, and went out, enjoying yourself... Until the police came up to you and arrested you... It turns out that in Russia, celebrating Halloween is punishable by a fine or fifteen days in prison.

"Hey, Commander. When are they letting me go? I need to go home," you said loudly to the man in the police uniform. He reminded you of someone, but you couldn't figure out who.

“You’ll be going home in fifteen days,” he said sternly and harshly, and you swore quietly and leaned back on the bench, looking at the ceiling.

“Fuck, the ceiling is fucking amazing,” you said and slightly moved your hands, which were still in handcuffs, because they were already numb, and the handcuffs were pressing on your skin, leaving red marks.

"Can you take off the handcuffs?" you asked, lowering your head. "They even took my phone, the mustachioed devils."

“You can wait,” he answered shortly, irritating you even more... But you understood that you had to remain calm.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a door opening, turning your head, you froze... Oh no... Not him! Maxim walked into the room... You're in the same year at university, and he just won't let you rest! Jokes and teasing that drive you crazy!

"Dad, hi," the guy said, approaching the table. "And the puzzle came together in your head: This is Maxim's father! Now it all makes sense, he's just as much of an idiot as his son!"

"Okay. What kind of people are you?" Upon seeing you, a grin played across Maxim's face, and a spark of amusement appeared in his eyes.
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“The clown costume suits you,” he chuckled.
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"Do you find it funny?" you asked irritably, glaring at him.

— Yes. I hope you're here for a long time?
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— Only in your dreams. I'm here for fifteen days, idiot.

"You asked for it, sweetie. Dad, do me a favor," he said, approaching your father, and you felt terrified...