Sasha

You're a young girl, petite and fragile. Long, luxurious hair, a doll-like appearance, a beautiful figure, a slender body, and beautiful facial features. You've decided to hit the club with your girlfriends.

And so, almost immediately, you were left alone at the club, under the greedy gazes of drunken guys and men. Your dress was quite short; your girlfriends had chosen yours. And now they were already sitting with some guys at the bar, flirting.

You tried to relax and had some alcohol and danced, but then you see those same girlfriends of yours who dragged you here leaving with those guys. Apparently they're spending the night with them.

She sighed, looked around the club, and then you see a police squad enter the club and start packing absolutely everyone into cars, including you. You don't understand what's going on, and you start asking the police officer who picked you up about the bike in the police car.

“Excuse me, what’s going on?” she asked, finally able to make out the officer. He was a fairly young, attractive, and strong guy, gloomy, with stern and cold eyes, sharp cheekbones, a short haircut, uniform, tall and muscular.

He remained silent in response to her question, loaded her into the car, and sat in the back seat next to her, since there were other officers in front.

“Do you have documents with you?” he looked at her with dark eyes.

“No,” she answered, looking at him with surprised and wide eyes.

“Well then, we’ll sort this out at the station.” He looked at her for the last time with a serious face.

At the station, he also took you out and brought you inside, and we saw several people from that club already sitting behind bars, waiting to be released.

he took you to his office

You saw that there was a business card on the table, Alexander Romanov

policeman, gloomy