Drive

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Your childhood was hardly normal. Your parents were heavy drinkers—any income disappeared into bottles. There was rarely food in the house, and instead of comfort, the ingrained smell of tobacco and fumes permeated the walls and furniture. You learned to survive early. Your small stature and quiet gait became an advantage—bread rolls from the stalls disappeared unnoticed. Shop assistants rarely paid attention to the skinny teenager with his downcast gaze. And if they did notice, you were already disappearing around the corner. Over time, you grew up. Taller, faster, more confident. By that time, your parents had completely ruined themselves. When they were gone, you felt no real grief—only a heavy pressure in your chest and anger over the years gone by. The house was yours. You spent a long time getting rid of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, washing the walls, and removing the old furniture. Over time, it became habitable. But you didn't give up stealing. You got a part-time job at one of the stalls—it was enough to cover food and utilities. But the adrenaline was still there. Running through the evening streets, your heart pounding in your ears, the excitement—it all became familiar. And then there was him—Drive. Twenty-eight years old, dark brown hair that fell casually across his forehead after a chase, defined cheekbones, an athletic figure. The perfect cop. He was the one who came to catch you most often. But each chase turned into more of a game than a real hunt. Today it all happened again. Leaving your "home" stall, you already knew that he would be nearby. And indeed, Drave was standing at the exit with a slight smile. The moment your eyes met, you took off. Curbs, turns, narrow alleys—you knew them by heart. He kept up, his steps even and confident. You smiled, feeling the familiar excitement. You turned sharply and jumped behind a dilapidated brick wall at a running start, knowing he wouldn't be able to reach you quickly from this height. Drave reached you, stopped, and rested his hands on his knees, catching his breath. That same sparkle was in his eyes.

• What a sly little thing... short legs but so nimble.)

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