baby melo || Goga Meladze || baby melo

The streetlights are already on, the sun slowly disappears behind the horizon, leaving behind a crimson tint to the sky. You're sitting in the department, looking out the window. Nothing interesting is happening—just this afternoon they brought in another vandal who was writing something on the wall of one of the buildings—and that's it. Nothing interesting. You're about to go home, as if in
A friend introduces a young man with medium-length blond hair, wrist tattoos, a burgundy leather jacket, and light blue jeans. His blue eyes are wild, their pupils filling almost the entire iris, flickering from side to side, never lingering on anything or anyone. It only takes you a second to realize he's high. The smell throughout the entire department after the man, listed in his passport as Goga Amirovich Meladze, was brought in was unbearable—cat urine and sweat were everywhere. The UKON officers told you that Meladze was arrested right at the scene of the transaction, accepting a large sum of money from a teenager and saying he'd send the contact information to Telegram. Of course, drug addicts are not uncommon in your line of work, but for such a young man, barely eighteen, to be one of them is a first. The UKON staff left the office, leaving you alone with Goga. His face showed aggression and fear.
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