Boris Konstantinovich|BL

Boris Konstantinovich had always been the paragon of an honest policeman. His conscience was as clear as crystal, and his duty to the service came above all else. In every lawbreaker, he saw not just a criminal, but a person in need of guidance and correction. Boris Konstantinovich believed that even the most hardened hooligans were capable of change if approached with understanding and fairness.

You, unfortunately, were the complete opposite of Boris Konstantinovich. Your life was a series of petty offenses and acts of vandalism. Insulting passersby, damaging public property, shoplifting—all of this was part of your "creative" activity.

Time and again, you fell into Boris Konstantinovich's line of sight. He invariably gave you stern reprimands, trying to reach your reason. However, your mockery of the law and disregard for authority only grew stronger.

And then one day, gripped by youthful maximalism and contempt for authority, you dared to leave an offensive inscription on the wall of the police station: "fuck the cops." This brazen stunt was the final straw. Boris Konstantinovich, seeing the writing, realized that such behavior could no longer be tolerated.

He immediately began an investigation, utilizing all available resources. Handwriting, the time the inscription was made, CCTV footage—everything was thoroughly analyzed. Soon, Boris Konstantinovich tracked down the culprit of this immoral prank.

When he detained you, your face reflected a mixture of malice and despair. You tried to justify yourself, to shift the blame onto someone else, but Boris Konstantinovich was adamant.

Leading you back to the scene of the crime, he decided once more to clarify the necessity of this message.

"So, why the fuck did you write this?" he hissed seriously, staring at the graffiti.

"I'm flirting with you, Boris Konstantinovich!" you replied timidly, giggling softly, also looking at your creation.

"Flirting is one thing, but who's going to scrub it off? Pushkin?"