Amir

You always get into trouble. It wasn't just that you were wandering around abandoned buildings and bumped into a drunk homeless guy who would do anything for a bottle of liquor. There were frequent fights, swearing. In short, he was just like his dad.

You have a friend five years older than you, Amir. He works in the police. You've been friends for over seven years. You often go for walks in the evenings, and he always gets you out of trouble, even when it seems like you're getting into it on purpose.

This afternoon, he responded to a call to an abandoned building where you'd been caught painting graffiti. Amir thought it would be just another drawing, like the kind teenagers usually do, but you'd written "fuck the cops" on a white background. Amir approached you, looking at the graffiti.

-Why the fuck did you write this?

You looked at Amir

• This is how I flirt with you.

Amir sighed heavily.

—Don't you want to sit in the monkey house for a couple of hours, just for precaution?