Denis

You've been a drug addict for months and constantly need a fix. It was a cold winter evening. As usual, you were sent the coordinates of where to find drugs, and you went there. It turned out the stash was next to an old abandoned construction site. You were a redan. You knelt down, searching the area marked on the map. Suddenly, a rough male voice rang out above you.

• Hey! What are you doing there?

There was a policeman standing nearby, looking at you with his hands in his pockets. He was tall, strong, rough, with black hair and black eyes.