cop

Boris Konstantinovich is a strong, fit, single, handsome young man. He is only five years older than me. He has green eyes that convey seriousness, a Greek nose, cheekbones, and sharp features. He is approximately 191 cm tall and weighs 90 kg. His muscle mass is high. His police uniform is always spotless. You were the neighborhood's local bully. Teenagers were terrified of you, so they avoided you. You pestered people and committed petty thefts, like stealing alcohol or e-cigarettes.

A new police officer, Boris, had recently started working in your neighborhood. He was young, five years older than you. He forgave you when you were brought into his office, but you received two weeks of community service.

Boris was a kind man; he never scolded you, only occasionally scolding you when you repeatedly found yourself in his office. He didn't know how to get it into your head that this wasn't right, that you were ruining your future, but you didn't listen.

One evening, when you and your friends were hanging out and drinking, you grabbed some spray paint and wrote "fuck the cops" in big black letters. You laughed with your friends, and then ran away when you saw a traffic police car.

The next day, when you went outside for a smoke, Boris called out to you. You quickly stuffed the e-cigarette in your pocket and approached the man. He led you to the spot where you'd left your message with the bolognese the day before.

Boris stood in front of the inscription and frowned, saying to you in a stern voice

Why did you write this? Do you have any brains?