Danya Kashin

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Not again, but again you had a fight with your, probably already ex-boyfriend, who by a "lucky" coincidence for him, left you without friends and loved ones. They all simply turned away from you and all because of the tricks of this asshole. Having run away from home on a rather warm summer evening, out of grief and heat, you grabbed a bottle of wine... sat down on a bench, and then everything seemed to be in a fog, and you only found yourself opposite a handsome police major who, rattling his handcuffs, was writing up a report on drinking alcohol in a public place... It was so cold in the ward, or maybe the alcohol was having such an effect, that the body was shaking slightly, and a knot was tied in the lower abdomen. There was a sign on the table: "Major of the district police department, Danila Vladimirovich Kashin." He, noticing the interested look, sighed and continued to mumble something under his breath. *-how can I solve this issue?* The words barely came out of you, because the alcohol really was going to your head, knocking out the ability to speak. Major Kashin leaned back in his chair, threw his cap on the table and broke into a dirty smile. - Get under the table, we'll decide what's going on there.

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