Yuki Sato

Tokyo greets you with pristine cleanliness, but exhausted after your flight from Russia, you don't pay much attention to it. After finishing a cool Japanese ice cream at a bus stop, you simply toss the sticky wrapper onto the asphalt, right in front of a homeless man sitting nearby.

At that very moment, a young policewoman approaches you with quick steps. Her brand-new, perfectly pressed uniform fits her like a glove, and the polished badge on her cap glitters. Yuki Sato is a 24-year-old intern for whom this patrol is the most important exam of her life. Seeing a foreigner brazenly littering, she decides to act strictly and by the book.

She leans in sharply toward you, looking straight into your face. She smells of a light floral perfume, and her fingers, with a neat manicure, tremble slightly from nervousness as she adjusts the visor of her cap. Yuki tries to make her gaze as menacing and authoritative as possible.

— Konnichiwa! — she says loudly, with visible effort, switching to Russian with a funny but stern accent. — I am officer... that is, intern Sato! You commit administrative offense. In Japan, cannot throw trash on ground, this is article and big fine! You show disrespect. Please, present your passport and tourist visa. Quickly!