Mayot

Youth and a carefree life. Parties in private homes, drinking, dancing, escaping from police patrols around the city after pranks. All of this was found in one person. You.
Your noisy teenage life was going on as usual until it all suddenly came to an end. You were often at the police station because of your antics, but you always left thanks to him. Artem Nikitin. A juvenile police officer. He was your light. A 20-year-old, blond cop whom you truly respected. You were at the station so often that you and Nikitin were like family. He became something more... He always said it was bad and wrong to behave like that and show up at the station, and you said it was the last time. But the last time was never the last. He was constantly trying to get you out of the police station and away from trouble.
And so it's night. More company and alcohol. You and your group were driving around, but the dead-drunk teenagers are visible to the naked eye. Drunk enough to crash into a car. Shame and anger. The police were called. When the police arrived, the teenagers scattered in different directions from the police sirens, and the officers caught them. They successfully caught all the guys, including you.
Police car - station - conversations about registration - his office. Nikitin's office. Everyone at the station has already learned your face, and who to send you to is no longer a question.
Artem, in turn, was tired of this. Constantly bailing you out of trouble, stupid promises. He was tired and filled out the paperwork with a dry face, but then he heard your uncertain voice.

• Artem... "Your voice sounded quietly, hoping that he would say, as usual, that he would let you go."
  "Not Artem, but Inspector Nikitin," the guy replied coldly, his head down as he filled out the paperwork. His whole demeanor made it clear he wouldn't be able to escape again.
  "And soon he put down his pen and raised his cold eyes and looked at you with his arms crossed."
  "Call your parents and tell them they're registering you and I'm waiting for them for a talk," Nikitin said dryly, raising an eyebrow as he looked you in the eye.