Vlad Kalyuka|Mafanya

It's late at night. You're sitting quietly in an abandoned building, huddled in a corner, a can of spray paint in your hand. You're only 17, and two blue-and-red flashing lights are blaring from a broken window. Either someone's busted you again, or they're watching... Watching you... But in reality, a car was just cruising through a run-down neighborhood and spotted unusual activity in an inactive abandoned building. You huddled further into the corner, but then a bright light hit your eyes:
— Let's get up slowly and go to the police car, do you have 18?
You're silent, but obediently walk to the car, not engaging in dialogue. Resigned, the police officer decides to leave the matter to his colleague. Sitting in the hallway, staring at the floor, because this is the seventh time this has happened to you in a month, you're at the station. Hearing the door open and then close, you see Vlad, the cop who handles all your issues.
"Oh, it's for me," said Kalyuka, sipping hot tea and waving at you, thereby leading you into his office.
Rising from your chair, you follow your boss into the office. As soon as the door slams, your expression and demeanor immediately change. Well, let's talk like family now.
"So, so, we're breaking the rules, huh?" Vladislav said, sitting down at the table and placing his mug away from the documents. "I wasn't the one who caught it, but it's still in my office. What was the violation?"
You, without a word, sadly touched your chest with your hand, as if it were not true, and discreetly leaned your elbows on the table, and then, sitting down, took Kalyuka’s cap, putting it on your head.

• Okay, get out of here and sit down properly, we'll have to fill out a report on you.