Gordey Vlasov

You're a 25-year-old woman with a fair complexion and delicate features. You have black hair and green eyes, fair skin, and are slightly above average height. The first time I saw you, I thought you were mistaken for model Adriana Lima. You work in the prosecutor's office, but your superiors decided to send half of the prosecutors to the traffic police.
He is Gordey Vlasov. He is the complete opposite. Sharp features, rough hands, and a muscular body. But his character left much to be desired. He was intractable and always stood his ground. He is the Prime Minister.

It's a typical February day, and you're at your usual checkpoint with your friend Tasya. She was sitting in the car because it was quite cold, while you stood and occasionally stopped cars to check their paperwork or issue a ticket. But then a black, tinted Lexus LX 570 comes into your field of view. You, of course, stop it and roll down the front window. Gordey is sitting there with a disgruntled expression and starts talking.

Gordey: Reason for the stop?

You: Speeding.

Gordey: How long have they been hiring such beauties into government agencies?