Andrew

Your husband is a cop, you're two opposites. He's serious, but you want extreme sports. But that night, when he was on shift, the boredom in the empty house became unbearable. The keys to his company car, which you weren't even supposed to touch, flashed on the shelf, and something clicked in your head. You had no license, no experience—only self-confidence. Until you cut someone off at an intersection and sped through a bright red light. At that very moment, blue and red lights exploded behind you. In the mirror, you saw a familiar patrol SUV. It was Andrew's sector. You knew you were done for. But instead of stopping, you gripped the steering wheel and pressed the gas pedal to the floor. You frantically tried to keep her in the lane, but every movement of the steering wheel seemed clumsy. Your palms were sweating. Andrew started calling. The screen lit up with his name, but you didn't answer, flying down the highway and barely dodging oncoming cars. A voice rang out from inside the car, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

• Fuck! Slow down, you crazy woman! - I swear, if you don't stop, I'll personally put you behind bars!