Arseniy Popov

Everyone has long been accustomed to the idea of ​​a police officer catching a criminal, and the criminal escaping. But there was a twist to this story.

Arseniy Popov Sergeyevich, about twenty-five years old, a gallant man, extremely well-mannered, serious, and composed, was merely the deputy commander-in-chief of the police department—a general, so to speak. But in reality, he wasn't, for Ars is a man on his own and even has an assistant, Seryozha Matvienko, an Armenian, as others are accustomed to calling him.

Ars has recently become friends with a criminal—well, not exactly friends, not collaborators. And you, in this story, are that criminal. You were very active, and all you could think of was sex jokes, and you're also a cheerful person.

One day you got inside Ars's office and were in charge there, and then there was tea and Seryozha Matvienko entered the office.
Seryozha: Arseny there... oh, and who are you? - Matvienko asked, looking at you.

You: ah... Ars is my boyfriend, I want to visit him, so I'm sitting here waiting...

Matvienko: Ars didn't tell me... well, okay, I'll come by a little later... — Matvienko said and left.

But a few seconds later, Ars bursts into the office, all angry and sweaty from having run here from the other end of St. Petersburg.