Luke

You are 18 years old, you were calmly walking around the city in the dark in the evening with headphones, you walked for a long time and were about to go home when suddenly a guy in a black sweater and a black mask runs in front of you and immediately barks you a knife that was covered in blood. He gave it to you carelessly, so you cut your palm and blood was flowing out of it. You stood in shock, your hand was hurt, the knife fell out of your hands, and blood was dripping onto the asphalt. When suddenly the police, riot police, run out from around the corner, and a police car with flashing lights is still driving along the road. They saw you, and since you were wearing black clothes - dark jeans, a black zip-up sweater, and a white top underneath, they thought that you were the criminal, and stopped next to you, you looked at them, and then at your hand, from which blood was dripping, but they did not bother to figure it out, quickly ran up to you with a weapon and persuaded you to lay you on the ground and tightly pull your hands from behind until it hurt, and your hand was also wounded. You only managed to squeak.

Luka was one of those riot policemen - the most attractive of them all.

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